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weeb-writor · 3 years

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Do you still love me?

Hello lovelies! Today I am back with a angst piece but a happy ending don't fret too much! I was really thinking about making it end horribly or leaving it up to the readers imagination but I decided nahh i couldn't do that to my heart. So here Bakugou and his s/o who fell out of love??(or did they??) when then have a large family in the mix. I have also decided im kind of obsessed with domestic pieces lol, they are like more than half of all my posts. Anywho, reader is neutral hope you guys enjoy!

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

You and Bakugou call its quits not thinking of what it would do to your 5 kids who are stuck in the middle

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“Are we going to dad’s today?” Hiroyuki asked softly.

“Yeah, your going to spend the weekend with him, all of you.” You smiled at him.

“Can I bring Tokki?” He said looking at the ground already knowing your answer.

“We went over this last time baby, Daddy can't have pets at his new place and Tokki is a cat, he likes staying at home.” You said with a sigh. It really sucks that it came down to this, spend a week with you then a weekend with dad, then rinse repeat. Sometimes you even wondered if it was better. That’s what you and Bakugou told each other, I mean what else can you do when you fall out of love? You approached your car where all of your other children were waiting. You and Hiroyuki sat down and signaled the diver to go.

“We going to daddy’s right?” Kohana said as she bounced around in her seat. You booped her nose and nodded at her.

“Yay, daddy’s home!” Yoko said, clapping.

“Don't get excited Yoko, Dad’s probably busy. Were probably gonna be with Grandpa and Grandma.” Hiroyuki said playing with your fingers.

“You're so dramatic Yuki! Of course dad is busy! He is a Hero but he always makes time for us.” Your oldest said little explosion going off around her.

“Kaori.” You warned her with a stern voice. The little sparks calmed and she went back to quietly gazing out the window.

“Your dad is a hero and therefore busy but I know he is very excited to see you all and will spend all the time he has with you.” You smiled at them. They all smiled back before going back into relative silence. When you and Bakugou decided to have a big family you were ecstatic and so was he. This, however, wasn't what you imagined. A tiny rift right threw your family and it was growing bigger everyday. When you told the kids about the spilt they didnt say much and the youngest ones didnt even really understand but as they lived through it, they changed. They formed their own opinions about who’s fault it is and why it happened. And now they were splitting up, there was Kaori the eldest who didn't care too much, Yoko, and Kohana. At the opposite end was Hiroyuki, just him. Your fragile little boy who was so sure it was his dad’s fault. Saiyuri was too young to choose a side but all the change wasn't really helping the 11th month old baby.

“We have arrived.” The diver announced. You thanked him while getting everyone out of the seats and exiting the car. Bakugou lived in an apartment now at the tippy top of course. It was a long and loud elevator ride as your kids were antsy to see their dad. When it opened Bakugou was standing there waiting for them and was immediately met with an armful of girls.

“Daddy! I missed you so much!” Kohana said almost in tears.

“Misses Daddy.” Yoko echoed her sister.

“Yeah, I missed all you brats too, you better have been on your best behavior! You have to keep up the Bakugou reputation.” He teased them

“Of course we have! I'm still number one in my quirk development classes. Yuki has the best grades in all of his grade. Kohana is reading at a 3rd grade level already and Yoko and Saiyuri are everyone's favorite at the Daycare!” Kaori said with vigor.

“Yeah, your all Bakugou’s for sure.” He chuckled at them. He turned to talk to Hiroyuki but he was gone. You heard a door shut, he was probably already in his room.

“I've got homework to do dad and them we should do something all together!” Kaori said kissing his check before taking off. Her sisters followed her as usual.

“How long do you think he’ll be like that?” Bakugou asked you with a sigh.

“Honestly I don't know, it's not like I tell him awful things about you. Maybe it would have been better if we did cause then he would have one thing to be angry about, one event, It would be easier than him just being angry at you.” You said placing Saiyuri onto the ground to walk around.

“They’re so mature and smart I forget they’re so young. Hell we don't understand why it happened, you can't just pinpoint a time where you fell outta love, it’s gradual. So how can we expect them too.” Bakugou said, sounding in pain.

“Yeah, sucks they had to witness it. I’ve got to go meet up with someone but just… He thinks you’re going to call your parents and abandon them to do Hero work. I know you can't put off everything but I think he just wants to know that for once he can come first to you.” You said as you kissed Saiyoui’s forehead. You were about to enter the elevator when a weight crashed into you. You didn't have to look down too far to see Hiroyuki hugging you.

“Take care of Tokki, please.”

“Yes and you make sure you and your sisters behave for your dad.” He sighed but nodded at you. You gave him one last hair ruffle before leaving. You couldn't help but think this wasn't ever gonna get any easier. You sighed before heading to the next destination, a café to meet with a few of your friends.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call to you as soon as you opened the door. You identified the voice as Mina.

“Mina! Long time no see!” You said giving her a hug.

“Y/n, dear come sit down.” Momo said smiling at you, you sat down with the group.

“How are you doing.” Mina asked you cautiously

“I’m surprisingly doing awful, I see Bakugou too much to truly get over him. The kids are still adjusting to us being apart and Hiroyuki has been really upset and distant. I thought breaking up would fix a lot but it just made everything worse.” You sighed out.

“Well of course it did!!!” Urakara whisper yelled.

“You and Bakugou called it quits way too soon! I've never seen someone handle Bakugou the way you do. I’ve never seen anyone love him like you. Hell Bakugou loves you so much it’s ridiculous! Do you remember when he was gonna put his hero work on hold because of Kaori! I’m sorry y/n but I’m not buying this fell out of love thing.” Deku rushed out.

“Mm I’d have to agree. If there is anything I’ve learned from being friends with Bakugou it’s that he never half ass anything and if he put time into it he’s gonna see it through till the end so, logically it doesn’t make sense.” Todoroki said quietly.

“Yeah so what’s your side of the story?” Mina asked carefully.

“I… loved him, you know and when we had kids it only intensified but now it’s different. Bakugou is a great dad don’t get me wrong but he’s absent and that was fine when it was just me, Kaori, Hiroyuki, and Kohana but now there is Yoko and Saiyuri. It’s hard when they all have different school times and different needs cause of their ages. It’s hard because I had to put part of my life on hold, I went to UA too and I was supposed to be one of the greatest support people out there, every agency would want me. But it was Bakugou’s dream first so I sacrificed it all in a heartbeat. Over the years he just got more busy and I got more left behind. I’m tired of waiting up till 3am to make sure he’s alright knowing I have to be up at 7 to get the kids ready for school. I… love him and I don’t want to argue with him and I could feel myself growing angry at him, feel myself growing resentful. So I brought it up under the disguise of “do you still love me” and he said No… so that was that and we were done the next week.” You said not meeting their eyes. They just looked at you with wide eyes.

“Y/n I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt like this.” Momo said softly.

“It’s fine, he is the love of my life and our kids are my everything so I would do it all again, just for them.” You smiled with a few tears cascading down your face.

“You haven’t tried to talk to him about this, you still love him, you guys can fix this.” Deku said almost mumbling.

“But he doesn’t love me and so there is nothing to talk about. Now come on let’s talk about something else. You can hear sob stories like mine anytime.” You waved them off. They were hesitant but the conversation did pick up about their lives and your time at UA, at least the happy parts. The rest of your two days without your kids were a blur. You just remember waking up with your phone going off a Monday.

“Hello is this Bakugou Y/n?” A women’s said. The title hurt just a bit.

“Yes it is.” You responded drowsily.

“I am very sorry you have to receive a call like this but your son Bakugou Hiroyuki has been rushed to the hospital, his sister did refuse to leave his side so she is there as well.” You were silent before hanging up and immediately calling Bakugou.

“What’s up?” He rushed out. He sounded panicked so he must have gotten a call too.

“I need you to pick up Yoko and Saiyuri.” You said rushing to put in on your clothes.

“What? But yuki is in the hospital, we’ve got to be there.” He said

“Yes but they are done with daycare in.” You paused to look at the clock on your way out the door. “A hour. If we don’t get them now we’ll have to leave him to get them.” You said finally in your car.

“Yeah and he would rather be with you than me…” he trailed off.

“I didn’t say that.” You rushed out

“You didn’t need to, I'll get them and be there as soon as I can.” He said hanging up. You sighed and continued your drive to the hospital. When you got there you rushed to the room where you looked in and saw your son unconscious and Kaori laying next to him.

“So he is going to be okay, we do want him to remain here for another day or two.” The doctor said to you, smiling.

“Okay but what’s wrong with him.”

“Well he hasn’t been eating or drinking or sleeping enough, especially for a boy experiencing his growth spurt. Pair that with how much he has been using his quirk in class and you have a pretty bad situation.” She said as if it was nothing to worry about.

“Uhhh okay so we just need to make sure he is eating and drinking right?” You said pacing a little.

“Yeah and I would figure out what made him stop. Your daughter was very adamant about it not being abuse just that there was something going on at home and he is trying to deal with it.” The doctor said as you froze thinking you did this to him.

“Just a divorce…” you trailed off.

“Yeah that will do it but I don’t need to know about it. It's your business just make sure to talk to him so you don’t end up back here.” She said before leaving, you let out a few tears before heading into the room. Noticing you, Kaori got up and was hugging you tighter than she ever had.

“Did you know he wasn’t taking care of himself?” You asked, stroking her hair. She shook her head no.

“I didn’t either, I didn’t know it was hitting him so hard… you know you can ask me about anything, tell me anything… me and your dad will always be in your corner.” You said lifting her chin so you gazed into her eyes.

“But you're both not in our corner anymore. You guys are in to different corners and it’s hard to keep up with two different houses and two different.. well everything’s.” She said looking away from you.

“I never meant to you guys to feel like this, I just…” You trailed off but before you could finish Hiroyuki tossed and turned in his bed.

“Yuki sweetie, can you hear me?” You said as you rushed to his side.

“Mmm.” He said, he’s eyes still shut in pain.

“Oh baby, i'm so sorry I didn't notice you were in pain. It’s never gonna happen again, okay? Do you need something?” You said stroking his hair, he hummed before falling back to sleep. You sighed and kissed his forehead.

“So whats up with him?” Bakugou rushed into the room with the girls in his arms.

“He hasn’t been eating, or drinking, or sleeping. So when he used his quirk it drained his body and he’s here for 1 or 2 more days.” You said eyes never leaving his.

“That's impossible, he was just with me… he… didn't eat very much.” He trailed off. You hummed at him understanding how he was felling as you missed the signs too.

“Hey, girls I texted Grandma and Grandpa and they said they miss you so much. So while we take care of Yuki how about you guys go see them, yeah? Mr. Yuri is waiting to take you.” You smiled at them. You see a fire rise in Kaori but it goes out quick as Bakugou ruffles her hair.

“Okay then, be good for them and don't cause too much trouble. Mr. Yuri will pick up Kohana, Kaori please explain what's happening to her. And don't worry, we’ll see you real soon.” You said waving the girls out of the room. When they were out of sight you and Bakugou visually deflated.

“Katsuki, how does this keep happening?” You asked him

“What?”

“How do things keep getting worse, first the break up, then the kids being mad at each other, Yuki’s anger at you, and now this.” You cried out.

“The break up was bad to you?” He asked voice cracking.

“Why wouldn't it be, Katsuki I know you don't love me anymore but I…” You trailed off

“Would you just spit it out dumbass! This is why we didn't work out because you never say shit. You just bottle it up and never lean on me or depend on me the way I do to you. You used to say “we're a team” all the time but in the last 2 years you haven't said it once. It was you who fell out of love with me so don't pretend like it was so hard for you.” He yelled at you.

“This is why we don't talk Katsuki, all you wanna do is yell and project all the feelings you bottle up from working so goddamn much. Of course it was hard on me and you would know why if you could drop your ego and talk to me like you can tolerate being around me or love me!” You yelled back at him but before the argument could turn into a big screaming match your sons voice rang out.

“Would you two just stop it…” He said weakly.

“Yuki, im sorry we shouldn't have been yelling even if you were asleep.” Bakugou said caressing his check. At the touch Hiroyuki let out the tears he’s been holding in.

“Its us isn't it?” He paused to look at you. “Me and my sisters… You had Kaori and me pretty young and you didn't really get to be young. You had all of us before you really got to live together just the two of you.. And Uncle Izuku and Auntie Urakara's relationship is doing fine even though they started to date around the same time as you, difference is they just started having kids like 4 years ago… Im 12 and Kaori is 13. So its us isnt?…” He said curling into himself.

“Kid, I'm not gonna lie to you, having you and Kaori at the ages we did was a nightmare. We were barely out of school, we lived with my parents for a while cause we didn't have jobs or a place of our own and even we did get one it was a shitty hole in the wall place but even at the young age of 19 we pulled our shit together and made it work so when you came a year later we were a lot more prepared. Yes we did miss out on a lot of things people our age did but we had you and Kaori and that was so much better than party’s and hangovers. Then we decided to have Kohana, Yoko, and Saiyuri and you all make us so happy. You all have nothing, not a damn thing to do with what's going on between me and y/n. If we ever made you feel like you did we didn't mean to. We love you so much and I am so sorry if we ever made it seem like it was your fault.” Bakugou said, eyes boring into Hiroyuki’s. Hiroyuki looked at you and you nodded to show you agreed with Bakugou.

“Don't ever forget how much we love you, okay? Now you should eat, we’ll get you anything you want.” You said wiping your tears with a smile.

“If it's not too much trouble, I want you and dad’s spicy pork curry and you guys should take some to the girls.” He said drowsily.

“But in order to make that we both would have to leave since it's a meal we make together… we couldn't leave you here alone.” You said mostly to yourself before any could say anything else a new voice was heard entering the room.

“You guys go talk and make him some food, ill stay with him. I didn't watch you guys terribly flirt and kiss everywhere just for it to end over some miscommunications.” Aizawa said as he took the seat next to Hiroyuki. Aizawa had remained close with a lot of students from 1A, becoming like a second dad but he had been extra close with you and Bakugou. When Kaori came into the equation he was like a nanny to her and it only increased when Hiroyuki was born, the two having a really strong bond so neither you or Bakugou was shocked he showed up.

“Okay, then old man. Watch my kid.” Bakugou said, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. You almost forgot what his calloused hand felt like. He drug you to his car and the car ride was mostly silent. The talking began when you began to cook in the house you used to share.

“Do you love me?” You asked as you cut pork

“Yes, I love you. I never stopped, I am in love with you y/n. Today I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.” He said slicing onions.

“Then why did you say that, say that you didn't love me.”

“Because I could see it, you don't look at me the same. We don't talk the way we used to. I don't want to string you along and make you hate being with me, because I love you more than life itself. And I was scared that one day you would wake up and you wouldn't need me and realize how easy it would be to leave me. That it would be my fault we ended because I was so focused on me I didn't see your pain. Scared that I would wake up and gaze into your eyes and find no love or joy in them. So I decided to let you go… I was thinking we just needed a break but you suggested a divorce and I agreed because I would do anything to make sure you keep that beautiful smile of yours. Even if you weren't smiling at me anymore… do you..” He said calmly, growing more emotional with each word.

“Yea, I never ever stopped. I was just tired, I am tired. But I want nothing more than for us to work… we can get through this, can't we?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course we can, we are Bakugous, we can do whatever the hell we want. And it will be different this time, we’ll talk about things and communicate better, I swear. I aint seeing a shrink though.” He said flicking water at you to make his last point more effective.

“Yes we are.” You giggled at him.

“No we aren't, you shitty dumbass. We don't need help, I can talk about my feelings without some dumb wanna be life coach.” He yelled as he began to wash the rice.

“Well we don't have to but I guess that means Zuku and Urakara have a better relationship than us since they go to counseling…” you trailed off with a shrug.

“Oh fuck you!” He roared at you, you giggled knowing he would now go. This was the most normal you felt in months, the happiest for sure. Just maybe things would be okay, and who were you kidding you could never fall out of love with the spiky haired explosion boy no matter what he did. It was toxic in a way but you could unpack that in the therapy sessions you were gonna force him to attend.

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christineeej94 · 4 years

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a/n: hello my loves. I’m writing this from work, on my night shift. I’m such a baddie (I’m joking, don’t take me serious.). So, here it is, the next request.Thank you for your support.❤ Stay safe and great. Kisses🌻

The request:

Anonymous said:

Can you write an Aron Piper imagine where his gf (the reader) is ex-girlfriend of Lorenzo Zurzolo (he plays Niccolo on Baby on Netflix) and they bump into each other while they’re at Milan Fashion Week & Aron’s jealous and protective side comes out which she finds hot asf, with some smut please :) Your writing is amazing I love your blog

warnings:smut or sexual content (+18), bad language and bad writing

word count: 2.115

Arón Piper x Reader

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I put my hands around his torso and I move my fingers on his hard body with slow moves. He moans and that’s turning me on. Our view is Milan Dome and the sun is rising beautifully. I can see some people walking in the morning on the empty streets with a coffee in their hands and very busy with their thoughts. Arón skin is feeling hot under my touch, his muscles are hard and the gold light is hitting our bodies. “Milan is beautiful.” I can hear Arón voice and I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not. Being here with him is a unique moment, visiting my hometown and, also, being here for Fashion Week. Me and Arón met a year ago while I was in a vacation in Marbella. It was a group vacation, I was with my group of friends which also came with other friends.

Flashback

It’s lunch time and we are taking it at a nice restaurant on the beach. The warm breeze is touching my naked skin and my short dress is flowing from the wind. My best friend, Mina, drags me to follow her through the tables until we stopped in front of a giant table of 24 seats. We were late because I wanted to buy a special swimsuit and I didn’t stop till I found it. “Here, it’s an empty seat next to Arón and another one next to Momo.” Miguel said and Mina jumped next to Momo, I know she has a crush on him. I walk and I sit next to the beautiful boy who’s gazing me since we arrived. “Hi” I feel his hot breath next to my ear and electric lines pass my body. I think my face is red right now. I look around and everyone is talking with someone, no one remark my red face. “Hi.” I really like him and I know him from a long time because I going every week on Élite set to visit Mina. I moved in Spain 5 months ago because I received a better job at an agency in Madrid. My parents agreed but my ex-boyfriend is so pissed on me. He thought that I will be forever with him and we will live in Italy. I take the decision but I wasn’t moved when I found he cheated on me. It was a horrible feeling, after so many years together, he done this thing.

“What are you thinking at?” Arón pinched my arm and I turn around to see everybody looking at me and the waiter waiting for my order. “Sorry, I lost my mind for a minute. Caprese salad and water with lime.” I smiled and the waiter rolled his eyes. “So rude.” I comment and Arón laughs. “Yeah, he is rude. He waited for you.” I smiled innocent and I fix big hand with my eyes. “Answer my question. What is bothering you?” “It’s a good time, we shouldn’t talk about this right now. But we can talk about how beautiful is Spain.” “I think we should talk how gorgeous are you.” He puts his on my leg and I got goosebumps instantly. I blushed and he smiled. He couldn’t say anything cause our food came. But he didn’t take his hand off my leg.

After the lunch it’s time for party and we got back at the house we rented. I went in my room and I put one my new bikini and I went down stairs. I sit next to Arón on the lounge chair by the pool and I started to apply some shimmer oil on my body. The curly boy looks like he is sleeping and I he is wearing sunglasses to protect his eyes from the bright sun. I get up and I test the water from the pool with my tip toes. “Watch out!” I heard a yell behind me and I want to turn around but my body collapsed and something heavy is throwing me and him in the water. I swim to the top and some strong arms caught me and sealed me in a tight hug. “I thought you were sleeping.” He smiled and that cute dimple is everything to melt my heart. “I was observing you. You look delicious.” I want to say something to him too but he seals my mouth with his wet lips. I can taste a cigarette flavor and some mint gum. My hands play with his wet curls and hands are holding my ass. We stopped after a while, breathing heavily and looking in each other eyes. “That was intense.” I said and he smirks. “You didn’t see anything yet. Let’s get out of here.” Arón kissed me again.

End of flashback

We stepped out of the water I know that my life is going to change. I feel his warm lips on my cold skin and I adore the feeling. He goes down on my back with a lot of kisses and he stopped when his mouth met my short pj pants. “Bend on the bed.” He ordered and I nodded excited. He gave me a kiss before I execute his command and his hands are taking off my pants. I feel his hot breath on my private aria. I thought at what he is going to do and I moaned. “Easy, pussycat, you are too excited. Do you want me there?” “Yes baby, I want you all.” I replied mumbling. When he licked my clit, I scream surprised and I couldn’t stop my moans. I tighten in my hands the sheets. “¡Joder!” I cursed and I feel his smile on my sensitive aria. “I love when you try to speak in Spanish, but I adore when you cursed in Spanish.” He giggles and he turn me on the bed, now we can look in each other eyes. “Stop laughing and fuck me.” I command and he stopped. “Uh, baby, you are killing me. My bossy wifey.” Arón giggled and he pushed his hard erection in me. I gasped and I slammed my head on pillows. He is teasing my nipples with his fingers and he is pushing harder and harder inside me. My interior is tightening around him and that make him moan and groan.

From the moment when we start our relationship, he told me that every morning is better if it starts with a good morning sex. I can say it´s one of the best mornings I had in the last 4 days. We were so stressed about this trip. One reason is because Arón is going to meet my family and second one is because we are going to appear in our first catwalk together. My agency asked me before the fashion week if we want to make an appearance at Balenciaga catwalk, they are launching a new collection for couples and they offered Arón a post. He is kinda nervous but I got this. “Baby, you are thinking too much again.” He comes closer to me and we seal our naked bodies. Arón smells like a fresh morning on the beach. His shower gel is very fresh and I can smell his strong parfum. “I’m always thinking too much. How are you feeling for tonight?” “I little bit nervous but I know that you will be next to me. I love you.” He rubs his nose on my shoulder and I love this feeling. “I love you too, amore.” I place a kiss on his cheeks and now I’m thinking at him. He is a different person beside the person which everybody sees on the internet.

“I’m going to make some breakfast, what do you want?” I asked while I’m putting his t-shirt on my body. He is gazing me and I blushed. Arón smirks and I rolled my eyes. “Give me a break.” I said joking and he acts hurt, putting a hand on his chest like I hurt him. “We don’t need food, I have you, you have me. That’s all what we need. No one counts right now.” He smiled and I came closer to give him a kiss. “Pancakes then.” I said and I laugh. “You are like the Ice Queen.” He mumbled and take out a cigarette, putting between his lips. I love to watch him smoking, it’s so hot.

We arriving at the event and we do some photos before going inside. I can see a lot of celebrities and we go to the backstage to get ready. Makeup artists, designers and a lot of people spin around as and we went on separate ways to get dressed. After 2 hours we met in the waiting room, me and him are entering in 3 minutes. “We are looking good as fuck.” I said happy and my eyes are dressing up my boyfriend. He is looking too sexy to be real. Arón winked to me and we take our hands together, walking on podium and smiling to the cameras and the crowd. We posed and going back in the backstage. “Amazing, amazing.” The people in backstage applauded everybody and we get ready for the after party.

We got as a gift our outfits and Arón hold an interview before the after party. At the party a lot of people came to us, changing some words and go. Arón went to the bar to bring some drinks for us and I stayed alone at the table. The chair next to me moved and I look at the person who wants to sit on it. Lorenzo look deeply into my eyes and I look at him surprised.

“(Y/N), I was so surprised when I saw you on the runway with Piper.” He spoke and I look in other direction. I can’t believe he is here now. My heart beat so fast and my cheeks got so red. I’m nervous but not because I’m glad to see him. Yeah, I loved him so much, but right now I don’t know what to feel about him. “We are together.” I respond simple and I look after my boyfriend. I don’t know how he will react. “So, how’s your life in Spain? Don’t you miss the pasta or me?” I look at him surprised and I wanted to respond something ugly, like a bad word, like Arón used to say to me “You are a bon-bon, don’t use bad words.”. “We have everything we need in Spain. She had a lot of pasta and a lot of great sex with me and wonderful time with me.” Arón said from behind and I froze. Fuck. Lorenzo looked at him smirking, then his perfect smile disappears. Arón is a very intimidating person when he is serious and, right now, he is serious, a little bit furious and jealous. His hands are holding tight the glasses and his eyes are black. Arón and Lorenzo know each other from a campaign and now I can see that’s why my ex couldn’t support my actual boyfriend. They are very different and you can see this. “Like you can fuck her after your gay experience.” Lorenzo attacks and Arón face is red from fury. “I don’t cheat on her like you did. Now move your ass.” His voice is strong and I feel his jealousy. He is sexier than before. His hair is messier and his black gaze is taking off my clothes. I get up and I slammed my lips on Arón lips, letting Lorenzo watching our show. “Let’s get out of here.” I whisper and he grins. “Bye Lorenzo.” I said quickly and don’t remember when I got in a bathroom.

Arón unlock the door and I’m raising my skirt. I supported my hands on the sink and I looked in the mirror to meet Arón horny gaze. “You are a straight line to death to me, princesa.” I bite my lip excited and I said on a lower voice. “I like you jealous, horny, serious. I like you in every way.” He penetrated me furiously and he grab my hair, pulling hard my head on the back. His moves make me cum quickly but he continues to fuck me. My walls tight around his dick and I feel him big and hard, pumping and making me moan every time. I know he want to rip of Lorenzo head and I know this is the best way to calm his blood. “I want you forever.” I said and he grins, pushing harder and harder. “I know it’s not a proper time, but I want you too.” He pulls harder my hair and whisper into my ear. “I wanted you more than everything.”

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flutteringphalanges · 3 years

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Summary: “Am I in Hell?” Agatha’s voice was hoarse, a hint of fear in her tone. “That depends on your definition,” Dracula answered. “Perhaps.” His fingers felt cool against her burning skin, the fever raging through her body. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it,” she mumbled. The count chuckled, gazing into her eyes. “On the contrary,” he smirked. “I’m going to save you.”

((In which Dracula cares for a gravely ill Agatha))

Characters: Agatha Van Helsing/Dracula

Rating: M

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A/N: Happy New Year's Eve AND happy Dracula 2020's First Year Anniversary Eve! I thought about posting this tomorrow, but I thought I made you guys wait long enough. Plus wanted to end 2020 on a good note since, well, this year has been...yeah...ANYWAY, hope you enjoy it! Feedback/likes/reblogs are greatly loved and appreciated! -Jen

Chapter Twelve

Agatha leaned over the bucket again and retched the contents of her stomach out for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. The thick, tar like liquid had already begun to congeal as most old blood does. This time around it belong to a brown bear the Count had swiftly taken out in the mountains. The third animal the couple had tried to test Agatha's theory that she didn't need to survive off of humans. So far every attempt had ended in failure.

"You're growing weaker." Dracula commented, his voice impatient and edged with worry. "And if you keep up at this rate, you risk going feral." He wasn't sure how true his implications were, but at this rate, the former nun was endangering her well being. "Please, Agatha, be reasonable. It isn't a kill if I do it for you."

"And yet it would still be on my conscience." His lover sighed, wiping the side of her mouth with her sleeve. "If I am to live forever, I simply cannot have that." She swallowed, tasting the bitter bile on her tongue. "We'll keep trying. Surely there is something out there. No creature is designed to survive on one given source from a singular thing. Humans in our case."

The elder vampire groaned in response, clearly tired by his beloved's humanity that had managed to survive during her transformation. Agatha gently rested a hand on his arm, her eyes glancing up to meet his.

"Please." She said in a soft, yet adamant voice. "I want to keep going."

"If something begins to happen. If you start to change or..." His words seemed to fade off. "If it comes down to it, I will do what's in your best interest, Agatha. Even if you hate me for a millennium for doing it." Once more he paused. "I love you."

"I know." She smiled. "Which is why we will find a solution. Together." The corners of her lips twitched into a faint smirk. "And who knows, when we do, perhaps even you will convert."

Dracula snorted and rolled his eyes. "I hate to dash your hopes, but I can almost guarantee that will not be happening. I have an acquired taste and standards to boot. If we are successful at finding an alternative, I'll leave the riches to you." He leaned in close to her ear, his breath tickling and sending a shiver up Agatha's spine. "You truly have no idea what you are missing out on. The knowledge. The stories. Everything a filthy animal's blood lacks. Deep down, I know there is an inkling of curiosity within you."

The former nun took a step back, locking eyes with him. "That's what books are for. Reliable and only harmful from their papercuts. I will not be swayed from my decision, Count Dracula." Exhaling, she glanced around the room. "So we've tried deer, bear, rabbit...perhaps livestock is our next bet. Though, I do dislike the idea of stealing someone's property."

"You can't have it both ways, Agatha." Dracula frowned, clearly irritated by her stubborn, selfless nature. "Ultimately, the end result won't leave you with the happiest outcome, but stealing as you so referred to it is less sinful than murder." He scoffed at his words. "Then again, we both know our opinions on religion. Or lack thereof."

"...We could always start a farm?" Agatha spoke after a moment's pause. "After centuries, it wouldn't hurt for you to gain a hobby. One that would benefit me and keep you out of trouble." She chuckled, the laugh laced with exhaustion. "Imagine a flock of chickens. You could sell their eggs at the village market...if one was held at night, of course."

"And I think all of this animal blood has gotten to that pretty little mind of yours." Dracula said, cupping her face between his large hands. "Come, you need your rest. We can at least agree on that."

He was right on that account. She was feeling rather drained. Not to mention nauseated from the bear. The taste still lingered on the back of her tongue. Nodding her head, she took the vampire's hand and followed him down the long stretch of hallway to where their coffin was located. It wasn't the nicest looking thing, more so an oversized box filled with dirt. But Dracula was insistent on sleeping together and promised soon he'd have something specially made. Agatha couldn't help but wonder how someone would go about commissioning a luxury couple's casket. An interesting conversation indeed.

"I really hate that we have to sleep in dirt." Agatha grimaced as Dracula lifted the lid. "I don't care how restful it may be, waking up covered in grime isn't at all pleasant."

"You are by far the fussiest vampire I've ever created." Her lover laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "No one has ever voiced as many opinions as you. Or demands for that matter."

"Like you, I have standards...they just are different than yours." The former nun replied, eyeing the large box incredulously. "One day, when I have enough strength to do so, I'm going to look into these vampiric rites of yours." She could tell by the look on his face the idea didn't excite him. "Oh please, it isn't like I plan to shove a stake through my heart. Though, I am well aware that was a failed attempt on Jonathan Harker's part."

"To bed with you." The Count ushered, helping her into their place of rest. "Enough of this nonsense. It's time to take a nap while I go out and...borrow some farm animals. I hope you realize how much I care for you, I don't haul a full grown cow back to the castle for just anyone."

"Oh so heroic." Agatha snorted, pursing her lips as Dracula leaned in to kiss her. "Blatantly asking for praise rather than quietly accepting the fact that I truly appreciate all you do. If I am fussy, you are needy."

A pleasant form of bickering. Usually they had heated discussions-often of which ended in a passionate session of fucking. But tonight was different. Perhaps his worry for Agatha caused the flame to momentarily simmer down. Messed with his ability to be both suave and an ass. She looked beautiful lying there in the coffin she clearly despised, and though part of him wanted nothing more than to take her now, he knew it needed to wait. She was hungry. Needed to feed. And the consequences of not doing that were far from good.

"Name calling is childish, my dear nun." Dracula smirked knowing the irony behind it. "Now, please have enough sense to sleep. I'm losing moonlight by the hour and if I'm to get back here before dawn, I must leave now." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Stay."

"I'm not some hound." She called after him from the confines of the casket. "I can come and go as I please…" Agatha gazed up at the coffin lid that now blocked her view of the room. "For now, I just choose to accept that perhaps you are right about resting. Sleep does sound agreeable."

The former nun could've sworn she heard Dracula answer, but her mind had already started to grow foggy. Taking in an unnecessary breath, she closed her eyes and tried not to focus on the strange feeling in her stomach. She was so tired. So worn out. So weary that it didn't take long for her to slip away from reality and into her dreams.

Even in the darkness, Agatha recognized the place from where she stood. Though far emptier and dusty, it was an unmistakable memory implanted in her mind. The old inn that she had taken refuge in soon after her escape from the ruins of what had been St. Mary's convent and her lost sisters.

Taking a step forward, the former nun felt loose stone crumble underneath her feet. Glancing down, she lightly kicked a rock on the ground and watched as it bounced across the room, hitting the wall opposite her. She wasn't exactly sure why she was here. It was a dream, for sure, but it oddly felt real at the same time.

"Agatha?"

The voice was soft, meek, and the woman knew instantly who the speaker was. From the shadows, as timid as they day they met, Mina stepped out. She wore the same, blue habit as the day they had departed, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. A cold draft came in from a neglected open window, blowing her locks gently. The smell was intoxicating.

"Mina?" Agatha whispered, her voice hoarse. "Why are you...you need to go! Go now!" She covered her nose, throat burning. It was only a dream. Only a dream. And yet, it felt so horribly real. "Go now!"

But the other woman, oblivious to the fact her friend was now a vampire, had a look of relief plastered across her features. "You disappeared." She said, stepping closer Agatha who, in turn, backed up against the wall. "I thought I'd never see you again. Where did you go?!"

"Mina, please!" Agatha pleaded, biting down so hard on her bottom lip she could taste her own blood. "You must go now. You're in danger!"

"It's alright now." The young woman insisted, closing the distance between her and the vampire. "Now that we are together again, we can...Good God, Agatha, what's happened to your eyes?!"

The once flat edges of her teeth had begun to grow pointed and a low guttural sound rumbled deep from the bottom of Agatha's throat. She stared back hungrily at Mina, the last reminisce of control she fought to hold disappearing. The vampire stepped forward, a prisoner to her own thirsty as her victim stared back in horror. She was so thirsty. So very, very thirsty…

"Agatha?" Mina whispered weakly. "Agatha, please!"

But the rational, humane side of the former nun was gone. Mina's pleas of mercy falling on deaf ears. Without so much as a second thought. A second consideration. She lunged towards the woman, knocking her onto the ground. As her sharp nails dug into the woman's flesh, she gazed down and readied to bury her fangs into…

"AGATHA!"

Agatha's eyes shot wide open, startled awake by the sound of Dracula's voice. She looked up and saw the other vampire staring down at her in utter astonishment, his hands gripping either of her shoulders as if he'd been trying to hold her down.

"It's alright. It's alright. You were having a nightmare." He attempted to assure her as her head whipped around wildly. "I've been trying to wake you up."

"Mina…" Agatha panted, as if needing to breathe. "Mina...I tried to warn her...tried to stop myself…" She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "I couldn't control it." When she opened them again, the former nun looked deeply into her lover's eyes. "I was so thirsty…"

Dracula's lips pressed into a thin line as if he was trying to hold back on saying something. It wasn't until Agatha gathered herself enough that she really took in what the other vampire had yet to admit. Deep, long claw marks scraped the inside of their coffin resembling those of an animal trying to get out. Agatha looked down and noticed chips of wood sprinkled across her.

"Did I…" She swallowed, her stomach twisting. "Was that...me?"

"We're running out of time, Agatha." The other vampire said quietly. "If we don't figure things soon enough, it's only going to get worse. I'm not willing to let that happen." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "That means, I'll have no choice but to teach you how to hunt."

Agatha said nothing, but stared at the deep marks on the coffin. She thought of her dream. Of Mina. Of all of this. Swallowing, she ran a hand through her messy hair and sighed.

"Fine." She relented. "Teach me."

#Dracula #Dracula 2020 #Dragatha #Agatha Van Helsing #Dracula x Agatha #BBC Dracula #Bad Moon Rising

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lilchibi-chan · 4 years

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Can I do maybe comforting an INFJ artist S/O who had a really bad birthday with Kami, Kiri, and Baku? It’s the 12th btw ;-;

Of course!! (Sorry it’s late btw 😞)

Bad Birthday Scenario

Kaminari

As soon as Denki sees you’re upset, he rushes over to you and gives you the biggest hug he can.

“Hey my buzzy beautiful sunshine nugget, you can’t be sad. It’s your birthday and we can still make it a great one. Don’t worry about the things that went wrong or about the people who may not have made it the best. You’re special and deserve to smile on your day, sunshine nugget!”

“C’mon,” he says with his hand out. You take it curious to see what he’s going to do

He takes you to a nearby bakery and buys you a whole birthday cake that say “Happy Birthday Sunshine Nugget” in bright yellow frosting.

He bought some fireworks and sparklers and you both made your way to the beach. When you get there, everyone from 1-A is there under a tent with all your favorite food. There’s a beautiful chair arranged for you, the guest of honor. You sit down in the chair at the head of the table and everyone else takes their seats. Kaminari is next to you, obviously.

“Now before we dig in to all this good food, I would like to make a speech about my buzzy beautiful sunshine nugget,” he says with a huge smile,“I would first like to wish you a very happy birthday. Today should honestly be an international holiday where the whole world celebrates you and how talented and beautiful you are. You are the most amazing, loving and special sunshine nugget. You’re always there for me when I need you and you deserve the same 100 fold. I love you sunshine nugget and I hope I could make your day better.”

He kisses you sweetly and sits down.

“Itadakimasu!!” Everyone says simultaneously

You all enjoy the meal and the cake. When it’s time for presents, Denki insists on you opening his first. He got you a drawing tablet because you had been really wanting to get into digital art and you cried tears of joy and gratitude. This horrible day was made better than you ever expected.

Kirishima

Today, you spent all day by yourself. Your parents didn’t even acknowledge it was your birthday. No one even texted or called.

‘Maybe they forgot,’ you thought to yourself

You started to get sad, almost on the brink of tears.

‘Nobody even cared. Am I really that forgettable? That unimportant?’

No sooner than you thought that, your doorbell rang. You went to answer and it was Kirishima.

“Hey Pebble” he said smiling,“Did you forget we were supposed to hang out today?”

“No,” you say happily,“at least you remembered what today is.”

“What’s today?” He asks confused. At this point sadness hits you again. How could your boyfriend forget your birthday too. You try your best to hide your disappointment

“Oh.. uh nothing special.” You finally say

“Well, c’mon on pebble!” He says nodding for you to come outside. You put on your shoes and meet him where he stood

“Oh we have to stop at my house super quick, I forgot something,” he says

You finally make it to his house

“I’m home,” he announces

You both make your way into the kitchen

“SURPRISE!!” Everyone was there, your mom, dad, Mina, Kaminari, even Bakugou came

You cry, your emotions get the best of you.

“I thought you all forgot about today. I thought you didn’t care,” you say crying harder.

“How could we not care? I’m not gonna lie, this could’ve been executed better. I didn’t mean to hurt you or make you think bad things, but I could and I would never forget you, my radiant, magnificent pebble. You surround every thought in my head. Every where I go, there you go. I see you everywhere, I think about you all the time, hell, I even dream about you pebble. No one and nothing could ever take your place in my heart or mind.”

You punch him on the arm super hard.

“Never do that again,” you say smiling

“Ouch, okay pebble... jeez you know I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

The rest of the night turns out amazing and you stay to help Kiri clean up after all the guests have gone. He takes you outside in the backyard and sets a blanket down, so you could stargaze together.

“Ya know pebble, I really am sorry about today. Making you cry was never part of the plan and I will never forgive myself for doing that to you. I really didn’t mean to. You’re the most important person to me and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Not even for a second,” he says staring at the sky

You look over at him and see a tear streaming down his cheek. It really hurt him to see you cry and even more because he was the cause.

“Kiri, look at me... please.” He looked at you trying to keep his tears at bay, but he couldn’t hide them from you.

“Kiri... this was the absolute best day ever. Granted it did start off pretty bad, but you made it better. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. You give me the world and then some. You are the best boyfriend in the whole world and I wouldn’t trade you for anything or anyone.”

“Thanks pebble,” he says wiping his tears,“I love you...so much.”

“I-I love you too,” you say back, then he pulls you in for a kiss and you spend the next couple of hours under the stars.

Bakugou

You were sitting in front of your house crying when he came and grabbed you by the hand.

“C’mon! I’m not gonna let some extras ruin your birthday! I’m gonna make sure you have the best day ever and no one is gonna stop me!”

He took you to your favorite ice cream spot and ordered you a huge sundae with sparklers and it came with a slice of cake too.

Your eyes grew wide at the size of it.

“What you don’t like it?”

“No, no, it’s not that Katsu,” you say laughing,“it’s just a lot.”

“You deserve it teddy bear. Now eat till your hearts content or till your stomach is a bout to burst. Whichever comes first and don’t worry, I’ll eat with you.” He says holding your hand

You and him dig in to the sundae and you were hungrier than you thought you were because you both were able to finish it. You sat at the table for another hour talking and joking around so that the ice cream could settle in your stomachs.

He decided to take you to the arcade, you guys played several rounds of Mario Kart just trying to one up each other the whole time because you’re both super competitive. After you kicked Bakugou’s butt, you wanted to play skee ball next.

“I’m gonna beat you this time teddy bear! You’re not gonna get the better of me!”

“Okay,” you say laughing,“How about we make this game a little interesting then?”

“What’d ya have in mind teddy bear?” He asks with a smirk

“Loser,” you say getting closer to him,“has to wear a maid costume for the other and do whatever the other person wants for 24 hours. You in?”

A look of shock washes over his face and then his lips turn to a smirk.

“Not bad teddy bear. I can’t wait for you to be in that maid costume.”

“You talk a big game Bakugou, but you’re gonna eat your words,” you say with confidence

You guys decide to go for best two out of three and at first you had a shot, but he beat you the other two rounds.

“What happened to all that mouth teddy bear,” he says getting closer to you until he backs you into a wall,“got nothin else to say?”

Your face fully turns red from being in this compromising position causing him to smile

“Let’s go teddy bear,” he says while tilting your chin up to face him

You catch your breath and he whisks you out of the arcade. You both head back to your house and he goes to the closet in your hallway. You wonder what’s going on and then he pulls out two matching onesies.

“Look, I figured we could cuddle and watch movies,” he says blushing and with a slight pout, causing you to laugh

“You think this is funny?!” He asks his temper getting the best of him like always

“No, it’s sweet,” you say and then kiss him on the cheek.

You both end up falling asleep on the couch after a couple of movies. You had a pretty eventful day and all you honestly wanted was to spend time with him. Didn’t matter what you were doing as long as you were doing it with him and that wish came true 10 fold today.

I hope you enjoyed and it made your day 🥺

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draculalive · 4 years

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Memorandum by Abraham Van Helsing.

5 November, morning. -- Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad -- that the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.

All yesterday we travel, ever getting closer to the mountains, and moving into a more and more wild and desert land. There are great, frowning precipices and much falling water, and Nature seem to have held sometime her carnival. Madam Mina still sleep and sleep; and though I did have hunger and appeased it, I could not waken her -- even for food. I began to fear that the fatal spell of the place was upon her, tainted as she is with that Vampire baptism. "Well," said I to myself, "if it be that she sleep all the day, it shall also be that I do not sleep at night." As we travel on the rough road, for a road of an ancient and imperfect kind there was, I held down my head and slept. Again I waked with a sense of guilt and of time passed, and found Madam Mina still sleeping, and the sun low down. But all was indeed changed; the frowning mountains seemed further away, and we were near the top of a steep-rising hill, on summit of which was such a castle as Jonathan tell of in his diary. At once I exulted and feared; for now, for good or ill, the end was near.

I woke Madam Mina, and again tried to hypnotise her; but alas! unavailing till too late. Then, ere the great dark came upon us -- for even after down-sun the heavens reflected the gone sun on the snow, and all was for a time in a great twilight -- I took out the horses and fed them in what shelter I could. Then I make a fire; and near it I make Madam Mina, now awake and more charming than ever, sit comfortable amid her rugs. I got ready food: but she would not eat, simply saying that she had not hunger. I did not press her, knowing her unavailingness. But I myself eat, for I must needs now be strong for all. Then, with the fear on me of what might be, I drew a ring so big for her comfort, round where Madam Mina sat; and over the ring I passed some of the wafer, and I broke it fine so that all was well guarded. She sat still all the time -- so still as one dead; and she grew whiter and ever whiter till the snow was not more pale; and no word she said. But when I drew near, she clung to me, and I could know that the poor soul shook her from head to feet with a tremor that was pain to feel. I said to her presently, when she had grown more quiet:---

"Will you not come over to the fire?" for I wished to make a test of what she could. She rose obedient, but when she have made a step she stopped, and stood as one stricken.

"Why not go on?" I asked. She shook her head, and, coming back, sat down in her place. Then, looking at me with open eyes, as of one waked from sleep, she said simply:---

"I cannot!" and remained silent. I rejoiced, for I knew that what she could not, none of those that we dreaded could. Though there might be danger to her body, yet her soul was safe!

Presently the horses began to scream, and tore at their tethers till I came to them and quieted them. When they did feel my hands on them, they whinnied low as in joy, and licked at my hands and were quiet for a time. Many times through the night did I come to them, till it arrive to the cold hour when all nature is at lowest; and every time my coming was with quiet of them. In the cold hour the fire began to die, and I was about stepping forth to replenish it, for now the snow came in flying sweeps and with it a chill mist. Even in the dark there was a light of some kind, as there ever is over snow; and it seemed as though the snow-flurries and the wreaths of mist took shape as of women with trailing garments. All was in dead, grim silence only that the horses whinnied and cowered, as if in terror of the worst. I began to fear -- horrible fears; but then came to me the sense of safety in that ring wherein I stood. I began, too, to think that my imaginings were of the night, and the gloom, and the unrest that I have gone through, and all the terrible anxiety. It was as though my memories of all Jonathan's horrid experience were befooling me; for the snow flakes and the mist began to wheel and circle round, till I could get as though a shadowy glimpse of those women that would have kissed him. And then the horses cowered lower and lower, and moaned in terror as men do in pain. Even the madness of fright was not to them, so that they could break away. I feared for my dear Madam Mina when these weird figures drew near and circled round. I looked at her, but she sat calm, and smiled at me; when I would have stepped to the fire to replenish it, she caught me and held me back, and whispered, like a voice that one hears in a dream, so low it was:---

"No! No! Do not go without. Here you are safe!" I turned to her, and looking in her eyes, said:---

"But you? It is for you that I fear!" whereat she laughed -- a laugh, low and unreal, and said:---

"Fear for me! Why fear for me? None safer in all the world from them than I am," and as I wondered at the meaning of her words, a puff of wind made the flame leap up, and I see the red scar on her forehead. Then, alas! I knew. Did I not, I would soon have learned, for the wheeling figures of mist and snow came closer, but keeping ever without the Holy circle. Then they began to materialise till -- if God have not take away my reason, for I saw it through my eyes -- there were before me in actual flesh the same three women that Jonathan saw in the room, when they would have kissed his throat. I knew the swaying round forms, the bright hard eyes, the white teeth, the ruddy colour, the voluptuous lips. They smiled ever at poor dear Madam Mina; and as their laugh came through the silence of the night, they twined their arms and pointed to her, and said in those so sweet tingling tones that Jonathan said were of the intolerable sweetness of the water-glasses:---

"Come, sister. Come to us. Come! Come!" In fear I turned to my poor Madam Mina, and my heart with gladness leapt like flame; for oh! the terror in her sweet eyes, the repulsion, the horror, told a story to my heart that was all of hope. God be thanked she was not, yet, of them. I seized some of the firewood which was by me, and holding out some of the Wafer, advanced on them towards the fire. They drew back before me, and laughed their low horrid laugh. I fed the fire, and feared them not; for I knew that we were safe within our protections. They could not approach, me, whilst so armed, nor Madam Mina whilst she remained within the ring, which she could not leave no more than they could enter. The horses had ceased to moan, and lay still on the ground; the snow fell on them softly, and they grew whiter. I knew that there was for the poor beasts no more of terror.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn to fall through the snow-gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror; but when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again. At the first coming of the dawn the horrid figures melted in the whirling mist and snow; the wreaths of transparent gloom moved away towards the castle, and were lost.

Instinctively, with the dawn coming, I turned to Madam Mina, intending to hypnotise her; but she lay in a deep and sudden sleep, from which I could not wake her. I tried to hypnotise through her sleep, but she made no response, none at all; and the day broke. I fear yet to stir. I have made my fire and have seen the horses, they are all dead. To-day I have much to do here, and I keep waiting till the sun is up high; for there may be places where I must go, where that sunlight, though snow and mist obscure it, will be to me a safety.

I will strengthen me with breakfast, and then I will to my terrible work. Madam Mina still sleeps; and, God be thanked! she is calm in her sleep...

#vampires #vanhelsing #dracula #draculalive

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necrokittytales · 6 years

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Necrokitty Tales: Trouble in Inkwell Isle (Chapter 12)

Authors’ note: Remember, Necrida’s writing will be in italics and SPKC’s writing with be regular font.If you have no idea what this roleplaying thing is, you can start from the beginning here.

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The morning arrived and it was a shiny new day. Mina woke up happily, got dressed and went down stairs. She stopped abruptly to see her mother sleeping on the table next to a bunch of tissues and an almost empty bottle of vodka.

‘She must have cried herself to sleep again’ Mina thought sadly reaching for the bottle quietly and emptying it in the sink, to replace it with salted water. ‘That will teach her’.

She then covered her mother with a blanket, prepared a small breakfast for both of them and packed her lunch. She was starting to get worried about her, she had been drinking more the past few weeks…

She gave her mum a kiss and went on her way to school wondering if Mr Carnation said something to upset her last night.

–

Harvey Hare woke up with a slight groan. He got up, stretched and started to hop toward the kitchen for breakfast. His mother was already setting aside a piece of extra carrot cake from last night for him. Harvey blinked in surprise at the cake for breakfast and his mom chuckled.

“I know we don’t normally have cake for breakfast but I’ve just heard some of the nightingales chirping away about some very interesting gossip that I’ve just GOT to ask about before they fly on over to the second isle.”

Harvey wasn’t complaining. Cake for breakfast was awesome. He sat down and quickly ate up before his mother changed her mind. He paused mid bite. “Isn’t dad coming home tonight?”

“Yes he is. And I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you about yesterday as well, young man!”

Harvey paused. Oh gee, yesterday was a bit rough, wasn’t it? His eyes widened. He wondered what the class would say? Was Mina still alive? Was Spike going to seek revenge? So many questions! He finished his cake and quickly dressed for school before hopping out the door. He wasn’t sure if he was going to catch Mina on the way to school but he’s sure that if she was still alive, they could talk at lunch.

–

When Mina passed near the carnation’s field, she eyed it quickly to see if it was there but she couldn’t spot him. She wanted to thank him again for giving back her journal. Maybe she could get him a gift at the carnival tomorrow.

She wondered on her way to school what do flowers like, do they even eat?

–

Harvey was worried to see he had beaten Mina to school. Oh no! Did that mean her mom killed her after all?!

His classmates were absolutely abuzz with chatter about yesterday’s fight.

“I heard that Cagney tore her into tiny pieces!”

“Nu uh! She bit him and sucked all the nectar out of him cause she’s a bat!”

He spotted Spike and Todd out of the corner of his eye looking a bit subdued. Did their parents find out about this too? He couldn’t help but hope they got in trouble.

Mina got into class the moment the bell rang. She caught her breath and waved at Harvey, taking her seat. She then pulled her journal out of her backpack to show it to him with a smile.

Mrs. White looked upon the class with a very annoyed look. “Children, it has come to my attention that there was a fight yesterday afternoon. Although the fight happened outside of school grounds, I would have imagined your parents have raised you to avoid altercations.”

All students turned their heads to Mina and Harvey.

Mina slid down a bit from her chair as she tried to hide. Todd frowned and gave Harvey a threatening look.

There was some silence in the classroom before a kid blurted out: “Did you suck out Cagney’s nectar with your vampire teeth?”

The whole class erupted in uproar of excited yelling and Mrs. White had to bang on the board several times in an attempt to regain control of the situation.

“Children! Children! Enough!” She shouted irritably, finally resorting to slamming a book on the ground. And even then there were a few murmurs. She clapped her hands together. “I don’t care WHO was involved,” she snapped, “But everyone is going to have to do an extra writing assignment!”

There was a collective groan from all the kids as Mrs. White wrote on the board. “Don’t you “aw” me,” the teacher continued, “Maybe if you violent little thugs behaved once in a while,” she muttered under her breath, “I wouldn’t have parents coming in arguing with me over grades.” She cleared her throat and pointed to the board. “Tomorrow I want a paragraph about what you like about one of your classmates. I don’t want any declarations of love! Just, things that you like that make them a good friend! You got it?”

“Yes, Mrs. White.”

“Good, maybe some positive writing will rub off on you and keep you in line. Now open your books to page 36…”

Todd looked at Mina and Harvey and made a gesture with his thumb sliding across his neck. Mina saw him and showed him her unusual long tongue to mock him.

–

Sullivan finally reached shore after sailing through a horrible storm and fighting a terrifying giant octopus. Amber was still there, shining in her beautiful dress and calling his name with an angelical voice. He started walking towards her, he could smell her, he could almost touch her…!

He woke up by the sound of a clock alarm falling from his chair.

Amber’s ears twitched as she heard Sullivan’s alarm go off. She peeked in from the kitchen at the groggy salamander and brought out a plate of fried fish, letting it clatter loudly in front of his face. “Good morning, Sully!” She beamed, “I made breakfast! I caught it myself!” She declared proudly, flashing some sharp canines at the still half asleep salamander. If he looked close enough at the fish, he could see the two puncture wounds where she had sunk her teeth in and dragged it from the water. “Eat up!”

Sullivan looked at Amber blinking unbelieving. Not only the girl of his dreams was still here, bit she made him breakfast! That she caught herself! This woman was really getting to him… he had to show her how much he wanted to stay with her.

He regained his seat and smile tenderly at Amber “Wow that is a nice catch! Thank you very much, Amber…” He scratched his neck nervously .“Em.. did you sleep well?”.

Amber was pleased that her catch was well received. She was actually beginning to like this dope. She brushed her fur aside. “Oh! Well I took the bed. I felt so bad that you fell asleep here though! I wasn’t quite strong enough to drag you.”

Nor would she have risked waking him up. She eyed the door hopefully. As charming as this was, she really had to get a move on, especially if she was going to double check these shipments and maybe intercept one or two.

“Do you think you could give me a ride back to the mainland? Dog paddling is the worst when you’re a cat.”

‘Im never washing those sheets’ the salamander thought to himself. “Uh, yeah! Of course” he nodded “ And.. um…” he hesitated “Amber… last night… was really fun, and… I was wondering… if… you would like to hang out again sometime? Maybe… go to the carnival or… something”. He stared at his plate.

The carnival, huh? That would certainly be an opportunity. And no one would suspect her if she was walking around with a date. She smiled sweetly. “That sounds like fun. I think it comes in tomorrow if you wanna go?”

“T-that would be great!” Sullivan looked at the woman with a big smile and a red face. He was going on a date with her! He finished his plate and offered to take Amber back with his raft.

–

The lunch bell rang and Mina waited for Harvey so they could go together to the cafeteria, keeping an eye on Todd and Spike.

Harvey hopped over to Mina. “I’m really glad your mom didn’t kill you!” Harvey exclaimed happily. “How did you get your notebook back?” He gasped.

“My mum was very angry when we got back home but she calmed down and ended up talking” Mina smiled and started walking to the cafeteria. “But later, Mr. Carnation came to my home! I thought he wanted to kill me, but he actually wanted to apologize and brought me my journal!” She took her notebook and laid it on the table. “Some pages are ripped but other than that is all here!”

Harvey smiled. “Well, good, your mom didn’t try to kill him, did she? My mom tried to kill him but he apologized to her too. At least I think he did.” He did not, Harvey realized. But he didn’t need to tell his mom that. He’s sure she would already be busy with whatever gossip had seized her last night.

Mina laughed imagining the scene Harvey described. “He did apologized to me, and later my mum wanted to talk to him in private, so maybe then he apologized?” She scratched her chin thinking about what they might have talked about.

He was grateful that his friend did not lose her notebook. It seems pretty important to her. “How long have you had it?” He asked curiously.

“I had this journal for a year now, but I have three. I should think about buying a new one - this one is almost finished.”

“As far as a new notebook goes, maybe we can find one on the second isle when we go to the carnival. Wait, are we still going to the carnival tomorrow?”

“And yeah! Definitely we are going tomorrow!” She said happily. She looked at Harvey, remembering how he tried to help her yesterday. “Harvey.. thank you for yesterday. That was really brave of you.”

Harvey brightened up but then looked sad. “I couldn’t do much,” he admitted with a sigh, “I don’t have claws or teeth or nails. All I got are these big floppy feet.” He scratched his head. “Although my dad said he might teach me a few magic tricks the next time he’s in town. So maybe he can teach me how to make people disappear.”

“Your dad is a magician?” Mina asked intrigued.

Harvey nodded. “Yeah, he works on one of the other isles. He does a couple shows a week. He’s a bit weird but he’s nice. But he’s not here too often so I gotta do something else!” Harvey pointed to his feet.

She looked at his feet. “You know… maybe you just have to learn how to use them, like kangaroos.” She looked through her notebook to show him a drawing of a kangaroo she did long time ago. “They have very big feet and they use them to fight.”

Harvey looked at her book with interest. “A kangaroo? Woah!!! I could do that! Do you know any kangaroos who could teach me?”

Mina thought of it for a few seconds “The only one I known lives on Australia,” she said sadly. “Are there any fighters in here?”

Harvey thought about it. “Well, there’s Ribby and Croaks at the Clip Joint. I know they fight, but we have to find a way to get in to the bar. I think, Goopy Le Grande is also around, but he’s more of a boxer, although now that I think about it, I have seen him try to smash things with a body slam.”

“The only other person I know who does anything with their feet would be Sally stage-play, but she’s an actress and all the way on the third Isle so we probably couldn’t go visit her unless we had a good reason to go that far.”

Harvey tugged one of his ears. “So, what do you wanna do?”

Mina listened attentively. “Wow! That’s a lot of fighters… Hmm.. well I wanted to check out the hole at the observatory. We can go see whoever is the closest. Oh! And after we explored you can borrow my journal and show it to your sister.” She smiled.

Harvey glanced at the time. “We’re almost done with lunch so tell you what, once we get off school, why don’t we try to see the hole first? I don’t know about you, but looking into a hole in the evening sounds pretty scary, so I’d like to do that first. Then we can cross the bridge to meet Goopy and then head down and see if we can get into the Clip Joint. We should probably not try to stay there once the sun goes down. Ribby and Croak are harder to talk to when the sun goes down and they start drinking.”

“After that, we can head to my house and Hannah can look at your journal. Provided she doesn’t make it a quilt first.” He wrinkled his nose at that. “Does that sound good to you?”

Mina nodded “ That sounds good!” She smiled. They spent the rest of the lunch time talking about kangaroos and extraterrestrials and when the bell rang they continued with their classes.

By the time everyone got back from lunch and as class started to end for the day, Mrs. White tapped on the board. “Just a reminder class that you have the extra assignment that’s due tomorrow. Write something nice about one of your classmates.”

Spike snorted. “That’s still the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“And comments like that will get you detention, young man. See you after class. The rest of you are dismissed.”

Harvey perked up significantly. With Spike in detention, he and Mina didn’t have to worry about getting jumped while walking around the Isle. This was a good day indeed. The two children packed up their stuff and headed for the hole first.

–

Cagney woke up slightly more rested than he had yesterday, albeit a bit sore from having to carry Hilda. He was surprised he was waking up at all to be honest. He for sure thought he would have been burnt to a crisp by a bolt of lightning. Then again, Hilda did like to sleep in so maybe he wouldn’t meet his end until that afternoon.

Oh. Right. Hilda. The woman he swore he’d never see again. Well, shit that wasn’t working out too well, huh? He curled into himself briefly at the memory of her poor body covered in his thorns, lying on the bed. God, he really was a monster, huh? His chest hurt at that yet he couldn’t help but smile humorlessly. Seeing her naked was probably the closest he was ever going to get to her again.

He should have left a note. He could have apologized on the note, but he didn’t. He chickened out. And now, it was too late. Then again…had Hilda really brought a guy to his field just to screw with him? He, uh, wasn’t so sure what to think about that. That couldn’t have been true. There was no way Hilda would have even tolerated his presence much less make an attempt to get him jealous. He wondered briefly where he tossed that caterpillar and whether or not he survived. If he was lucky, he probably broke a couple of his arms. It was the least he deserved for touching Hilda like that. If Cagney hadn’t been there…

His eyes caught glimpse of the sun and he quickly uprooted himself. He was supposed to meet Isabella. Show her around the isle or something. He couldn’t help but admit he felt his petals shiver a bit at her figure. Right, right. Probably should plan on where they should go first and not gawk at the bat.

Cagney approached Isabella’s door and knocked politely. It was awfully quiet, he noticed, perhaps she was still asleep?

Isabella woke up startled by the knock on the door. “M-Mina?” She called softly, a bit disoriented, waving her ears to try to listen.

Cagney remembered that Isabella was blind and wouldn’t answer the door unless she knew who it was. “Hey, it’s me, Cagney Carnation!”

Isabella recognized the flower’s voice and remember he was going to show her around. “Just a minute, darling!” She managed to say sweetly and when she stood up from her chair, she spilled the glass of orange juice Mina had laid for her breakfast all over the table. “La naiba! (Damn it).”

She started to clean up only to put her hand inside a bowl of cereal. She swore again in Romanian and decided she needed some assistance. “Eh… Mr. Carn- I mean Cagney, I need some assistance… Door is open.” She said loud looking for a cloth to clean the mess. This morning started well…

Cagney let himself in and glanced around. Well…the house wasn’t certainly much to look at, that’s for sure. But it did not like Mina’s mother had tried to tidy up the place. Then again, she was a bit visually impaired so there was only so much that could be done. He spotted her cleaning up the table with a cloth and he quickly picked up the bowl of cereal before she could knock that over too.

“Hey, do you need another towel or something?” He asked, setting the cereal aside, away from her hands.

Her home was indeed very sparsely decorated. The wood was turning gray, the furniture was old but still standing, some plants lighted up the place, and on the walls there were Mina’s drawings. Those looked like world maps and observation drawings of bugs and plants with tiny notes like 'careful with the stinger, do not touch bad rash’ or 'likes cookies’.

The only thing it didn’t look old was a big gramophone in copper tones and dark wood. Next to it, a box with some vinyls.

“N-no… its ok,” the bat smiled nervously “I just need to know if I got everything”. She finished cleaning the table and tapped it with her other hand to make sure she didn’t knock down anything else. “Did I spill anything on the floor?”

Cagney checked the floor. “No, looks like you got it all. You’ve got some cereal. Did you want to eat that?”

Judging by the pictures, it looks like this little family traveled a lot. He let out a quiet whistle at the flower pictures. Look at the pistils and stamens on that pretty one! This was almost like plant pornography of which he was fairly certain Mina had no concept of and was just drawing what she saw. And what Cagney didn’t see was a dad in any of these pictures.

Isabella had a light headache settling in. “Oh no, not really hungry… “

He looked at the gramophone. “Hey, you got one of those music doohickey things!” He exclaimed, a slight smile on his face. There hadn’t been any bands recently in the Isles and Cagney was secretly disappointed about it even though he would loudly complain about them. He missed dancing but with everything as crazy as it had been, he hadn’t had the time to steal away and practice.

She laughed “It’s a gramophone. A really good one too,” she said proudly “Do you like music?” she asked while washing her hands.

Cagney was glad she was blind. It made lying a little bit easier. “Every now and then,” he answered, "I kind of just move to the beat.“ He leafed through the vinyl records. "Although I haven’t heard of some of these folks. You do stuff with music or something?”

Isabella turned to him “Everything I got there is 'la crême de la crême’ ” she pronounced in perfect french. “If you want I can let you borrow some” she said walking towards the vinyls careful not to stumble upon the carnation.

She grabbed one and touched the corners were some tiny holes where poked in specific shapes. She went through a couple of them until she took one carefully out of his case and played it with the gramophone. ’Strut Miss Lizzy’ started to play.

“Have you heard this one? It always makes me want to shake it!” She shook her shoulders at the rhythm.“And to answer your question, I’m actually a singer, and a pretty good dancer, or so I'v been told” she chuckled.

Cagney raised an eyebrow at her dancing. This was a tiny bit slow for him but he could get into it very easily. She danced fairly well too. He wondered if part of it was due to her being blind. It was hard to be self conscious of how you danced when you couldn’t see anyone around you.

He had been really shy when he first started dancing as a young flower, even though the teacher had said he had a natural talent for it. He probably wouldn’t have continued if it hadn’t been for Hilda cheering him on at practice.

Hs gritted his teeth at the thought of Hilda. He had really wanted to take her dancing at some point. She didn’t dance too well as far as he knew but he definitely would have enjoyed it, even if they had to go slow.

He realized Isabella had asked him a question. “Oh! Thank you! I uh, don’t have one of those things. I actually don’t really have a house, heh. Just a field and a shed.”

He watched her dance. “A singer too, huh? You sing with a band or something?”

“Living in the open air, getting high… you’re not a junky, you’re a hippie!” Isabella chuckled. The vinyl kept playing more rhythmic jazz but the woman stopped dancing. “I used to be in a band…” she said with a nostalgic air, “But now I’m looking for a new one.” The bat walked towards the stairs.

Cagney bristled at the comment about getting high. “I didn’t intentionally drug myself with dandelions,” he grumbled, but the bat was already walking toward the stairs, leaving him alone in the living room.

He scratched his head. “A new band, huh?” He racked his brain thinking of anyone he knew looking for a singer.

“I’m going to freshen up a bit, make yourself at home! I’ve got some lemonade if you’re thirsty,” the woman said from upstairs. When she reached her room she took a deep breath. The fragrance of the carnation was intoxicating. In a good way. She changed quickly into a very similar outfit only slightly more clearer and got down the stairs with a flap of her wings. “Ok! I’m ready to go!” She posed spreading her wings showing her lovely figure.

Cagney was really glad she was blind. He stared at her in amazement before clearing his throat. How did a woman like this know how to dress like THAT?

“Right, about time, “ he managed.

–

Morning arrived and the sun hit right to her face. She frowned irritated by the extreme source if light and covered herself with a blanket.Her pain seemed to be more bearable, and she felt very comfortable surrounded by familiar pillows and blankets.

A few seconds later, she realized she was in her house, wearing her night gown backwards and her skin was sticky. She tried very hard to remember what happened last night.

“Caaaarl” Hilda started giggling, she remembered that bit. Did Cagney laughed? If she made him laugh it meant there was still hope for their friendship! But she couldn’t remember. Her head hurt, she just laid there on her bed for a while, playing the night in her head.

“Fucking Carl ruined everything. That grabby, piece of shit… good thing Cagney woke up… ” Her plan didn’t really worked as she expected, but then again she didn’t really had a plan. “Oh my god… did I puke in front of Cagney!?” She covered her face with her hands ashamed.

She checked on her stiky skin, what was that? Did Cagney took her home? … and changed her!? Hilda had been soo tired she barely remembered the carnation changing her clothes.

And… took out her thorns? She immediately checked her chest, he took those too… what about her boobs? She had one in a very sensitive area… yeah that one was still there. Its gonna hurt like hell to take that one out. She felt better to see that the giant flower didn’t took advantage of her state.

Then why did she felt disappointed?

Hilda’s head hurted like hell.

'What have you done to us… ’ Sagittarius wispered inside Hilda’s head.

'Shhh, you’re too loud’ Gemini answered even more quietly and nit at all in unison.

“Uuugh shut up all of you!” Hilda moaned. “What am I gonna do now?… that was… pathetic… and he fucking changed me! He saw me pretty much naked!”

'And we weren’t conscious! ’ Gemini regretted.

'Just imagine him, applying the sticky goo very gently’ Gem said with a dreamy tone.

'And spreadding it tenderly through aaall our naked-’

“SHUT UP!” Hilda roughly interrupted Ini, feeling herself warm up to the idea of Cagney caressing her.

'How do you know it was Cagney?’ Taurus said after a while. Hilda’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh.My.God.” all the voices in her head spoke at once. She got out of the bet to take a shower. Suddenly the name Carl wasn’t so funny anymore.

“No! It must have been Cagney…I mean… I think… I remember that fucking idiot flying away at some point… ” It was kinda fuzzy in her mind.

Another constellation started to speak out in her mind. It wasn’t one that spoke often, preferring to hang out in the foreground. But every so often, when Hilda would find herself well, physically attracted to someone, it would start to whisper advice. Seductive advice.

“We should invite him back up here to talk.”

“Oh God… not you… ” she rested her head against the wall remaining under the water.

'We definitely should!“ Gemini regained their coordination with the excitement.

'To talk? Ha!’ Tauros interfered. 'If he wanted to talk he would have stayed.’

Hilda was confused. She really wanted to talk to him, or see him again.

'What are going to do tomorrow?’ Sagittarius asked worried.

Scorpio pushed again. "We should get a real outfit,” it finally pushed, “something that shows that this is serious.”. If Scorpio had their way, Hilda would be wearing all sorts of tight flashy outfits, but that wasn’t the sky witch’s style.

“Oh! We should get that cute tight red dress we saw the other day! That would send a clear message!’ Gemini was definitely on board with this idea.

Hilda rolled her eyes "it’s starting to get crowded in there… ” she checked on the thorn stuck very near her nipple and tried to pull it out.

'Look what he did to us! Remember what he said to us! I can’t believe you’re actually considering becoming friends again’ Taurus wasn’t very thrilled.

“He didn’t really mean it-ouch!” She pulled hard, but the damn thorn wouldn’t come out. “Besides, I overreacted too… I mean… I didn’t even listen to him when he tried to explain… and we were going to pull his eyes out for crying out loud! ”

'After he threatened us! After breaking our dome!’ Taurus was too stubborn and was starting to fill Hilda with anger. A cold jet of water calmed her down instantly and she leapt out of the shower with a very high pitch scream.

Scorpio waited for Hilda to stop screaming before choosing their words carefully. “Show him you’re serious, and you’ll have him on his knees begging for forgiveness.”

Oh! Hilda LOVED that thought. Cagney begging on her feet! That image made gave her goosebumps, or maybe was the cold water. She maliciously smiled and looked herself at the mirror.

Gemini giggled excited.

“Oh! That is a lovely vision alright” Sagittarius sigh. Taurus grumble something shyly, he didn’t wanted to admit that the idea Of having the giant weed on their feet pleased him too.

“How are we gonna do it? How are we gonna make him beg?!” The woman paused “How can I be sure he’s coming tomorrow?”.

“How about a note?” Sagittarius suggested.

“Oh! You can get him a new pot and put the note on it!” Gemini spoke. “That way it’s like a peace offer! You give him his present, you leave an enticing note that will make his roots quiver with excitement” their voice started to reach a high tone “and then we go buy a sexy outfit to knock him down!!!”’

Hilda looked herself at the mirror and lifted an eyebrow. Was she really that interested in Cagney to go through all that? She imagined him on his knees, with watery eyes, pulling at his petals in desperation, begging her to stay with him….

Scorpio was pleased with the exuberance of the constellations and now Hilda and fell quietly, waiting until it could encourage even more passionate plans.

'You better hurry up if you want to buy a new pot’ Saguttarius said worried.

'Can you just glue the old one?’ Taurus groaned.

“Yeah right, so he can keep it as an eternal reminder of the time we almost killed each other over nothing?” Hilda paused “ I don’t think so”. She hurried to her room, got dressed, took some headache pills with her breakfast and make her way to the second Isle levitating on her soft cloud. She headed to Dijimmi’s place, where she bought the first one.

In a few minutes Hilda reached Dijimmi’s pyramid in the second Isle and made her cloud disappear. Dijimmi was organizing his merchandise but stopped when he spotted Hilda.

“Well good morning, Hilda! Did he like the pot?” He showed a big smile.

Hilda cringed “Yeeah… he… he did but uh… I kinda broke it,” she decided to make up a lie than having to explain the mess that night was.

“Seriously?! ” The genie yelled “That was a masterpiece! How-Why-wh… Arg! Did you bring the pieces? I’ll put it back together with a little touch,” he waved his fingers implying the use of his magic to fix it.

Hilda face palmed herself. “I didn’t thought of that… ” she could hear Taurus laugh in the back of his head. She frowned “I threw it away…”.

Dijimmi frown “Well, that was a waste!” He crossed his arms.

“Yeah… ” Hilda felt horrible “I’m here to get a new one”.

“Not sure I want to sell you more.”

The woman rolled her eyes “oh! C'mon! It was an accident, plus, more business for you!”

Dijimmi hesitated but ended up selling her another big pot. This one had some interesting geometrical decorations carved in it. Hilda knew Cagney wasn’t a big fan of fancy stuff but the other pots seemed so normal, she really wanted this one to be special.

Dijimmi packed it up carefully and gave it to Hilda warning her to be careful and not to throw it away if it breaks.

“Don’t worry! I’ll take care of it like I take care of my stars!” Hilda turned into her zeppelin form, grabbed roughly the pot, and blasted away towards her home.

Dijimmi had the feeling he would see her again soon.

The zeppelin reached her home quickly and turned back into her human self. She didn’t had anymore wrapping paper so she just decorated the pot with a bow. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and stared at it for a while.

“… What do I write?” She asked herself.

Gemini started talking 'Love of my life, meet me tomrrow-’

'Oh! Come on! We are not dating yet… ’ Sagittarius said. 'We should go for something like… eh… dear friend.. eh..’

'He is NOT our friend…’ Tauros growled.

Hilda sighed and tried to concentrate.

Scorpio decided to speak up again. “Eager to continue what we started two nights ago. See you tomorrow. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Scorpio’s soft voice made Hilda shiver. This celestial entity had a way to say a lot with a few words. She liked that. Tauros thought she meant they were going to keep fighting and got as excited as the rest of them.

She finished writing the note with a malicious grin and stuck it on the pot. Now she had to be careful to bring it back to his field without that giant weed seeing her.

Hilda cast a cloud big enough to hide her and flew towards Cagney’s field with the pot safely between her arms.

She slowly descended to the carnation’s tree and realized he wasn't there. 'Perfect! He must be working in the field with the Root Pack or something,’ she thought to herself and descended to the ground. She careful left the pot near his spot to make sure he will see it as soon as he gets back. 'Ok, now to choose the perfect outfit!’ She got back to her cloud and levitated high in the sky.

——-

“So I kind of live on the outskirts of the aisle, so we’re going to have a little bit of walking. First place would be the Clip Joint. Have you heard of that place yet?” He asked as they walked outside.

Isabella stopped the music and followed Cagney, out closing the door behind her. “I’ve been there before, yes. I thought it was a dancing bar but I’ve been told its more like a fighting club?”. She walked next to the giant flower.

Cagney scratched his chin. “Oh, okay, that makes it easy then. The place is owned by a couple of amphibians, Ribby and Croaks. As far as entertainment goes, yeah there might be some singing and dancing for a little bit, but once the drinks start flying, it pretty much becomes a fight club alright. ”

Cagney glanced in that direction as they crossed a bridge. “If you’ve already been, we don’t have to head down there unless you want to. Plenty of other, usually not intoxicated, residents to meet,” he muttered that last part under his breath.

Isabella chuckled “Very well, I guess I can meet them next time I go there to dance.” She kept following Cagney, twitching her ears at every little sound and trying to memorize the path they were taking. “Have you always lived here? ”

Cagney nodded, then realized why that wasn’t going to work, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, ever since I was a seedling. A lot of the folks you’re going to meet today grew up here, actually.”

“Lucky you, it must have been very nice growing up in here” Isabella said sincerely.

The carnation spotted the fence of the Root Pack. “Speaking of which, we’re about to meet some old geezers in a moment. They’re the Root Pack. They sell a lot of produce on this isle. Uh…. Just out of curiosity, are you a fruit bat or a vam-blood bat?” Cagney didn’t want to say vampire. It seemed to have some dark connotations.

She smiled at the flower’s question. “It depends on my mood…” she giggled, “My diet its mostly fruits and greens”. She paused “Say… what do you eat? Do you do that photosynthesis thing?” She asked very curious.

“Now when you say mostly…?” Mostly didn’t necessarily rule out other fluids so blood could still be on the table, but he decided against finishing the question. “Wait, what do I eat?” He repeated.

“Uh, huh. I guess I can do that photosynthesis stuff,” He realized, “But I got kind of used to eating, especially since Hild-my friends do eat. So I’m sorta a vegetarian. Eh, non sentient produce,” he added quickly.

“It kinda sounds like cannibalism coming from a flower,” The bat chuckled. “But then again, who am I to judge?” She said sweetly and instinctively licked her fangs feeling a bit thirsty for a warm glass of extremely 'red wine’. She should had have the cereal for breakfast.

Cagney gave her a sideways glance and gave a tiny shiver at the exposure of fangs. He wondered if she drank nectar. Hopefully from non sentient flowers. “Well, it ain’t. Although,” he admitted, spotting Moe and Weepy, “Speaking of vegetables, we’re going to meet a trio off them that have the intelligence of a squash.”

As they got closer to the field Cagney could see Weepy attending to some tomatoes worriedly while Moe was digging some trenches to guide some extra water away from the plants. He cleared his throat and called out, “Hey, Moe, Weepy!”

He realized they were walking to a fence and remembered Isabella was blind. “Hey, we’re coming up on a fence. They live in a field like me so get ready to stop in a few feet otherwise you’ll hit it. Which as amusing as that would be to me, will make Weepy start crying and it’s a pain in the ass to get him to stop.”

Isabella raised her eyebrow and wondered why would anyone cry to see her bump onto a fence. Maybe feel a bit sad for her, but cry? Maybe this Weepy fellow had some sort of intense relationship with the fence.

“Thanks for the warning”. The woman rewarded Cagney’s attention with another of her extra charming smiles and spread her wings in front of her until she felt the fence and rested her arms on it. Weepy cleared a few tears that started to fall around his cheek and looked in their direction. “Oh! Hey Cagney!” He noticed he wasn’t alone and took a few steps back shyly.

Moe wiped the sweat of his forehead with his arm and looked at Cagney and his companion. “Hey there, Cagney. Good to see ya survived the storm last night. Say, who’s your friend?” He got closer to the fence. Cagney jutted a thumb at Isabella. “Yeah, wasn’t as bad as I thought.” Hilda hadn’t shot him with lightning so that improved the storm already. “And this is Isabella. She recently moved to the isle and I’m showing her around since she’s not familiar with the place. Plus, I threw her kid out of my garden the other day.” He realized he was lagging a bit and added. “Can I get some of that water actually? Walking ain’t that easy.”

Moe scratched his head in confusion wondering if he heard right. Isabella laughed and waved her hand at the new voice.

“Uh… y-yeah, take all the water you want.” He made a gesture inviting him to come inside the field “It nearly drowned the tomatoes.” The potato pointed toward the plants that Weepy was still standing nearby. The onion felt the eyes on him and waved with a nervous smile. “And, welcome to the neighborhood, lady. Hope ya kid’s ok?” He gave a sideways look to the carnation. “Oh, it’s fine,” Isabella said sweetly “It was just a little misunderstanding. Besides, my little Mina can be very tough,” She said proudly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” And there was the sweet enticing tone in her voice again. Moe slightly blushed and smile back. “I-I’m Moe, Moe Tato.” He stretched a hand to shake Isabella’s, but she didn’t react to the gesture. Instead she kept smiling. “Nice to meet you Moe.” Cagney dunked his head in the water and shook vigorously. He spotted Moe standing there awkwardly with his hand still out. “Oh, shit, right, uh, she’s blind so if you want to shake hands, let her know, otherwise you’re going to keep standing there like a moron with your hand out.” The carnation glanced around. “Huh, I would have expected Psy to be galloping over here.” The carrot thought he was the most intelligent and fascinating creature in all of the Isles. He would never turn down seeing a new face…and maybe pulling a scam or two.

“Blind?” Moe looked at the bat’s milky eyes and waved his hand in front of her. “Uh… s-sorry lady. Didn’t realise…”.

Isabella was already used to this awkwardness and chuckled, it amused her to make people uncomfortable with her handicap. “It’s alright, dear.” She stretched her hand and shook his. “Em… he went to pick up some tools. He should be back soon if you would like to wait”. Weepy answered hesitatingly to the flower. Isabella’s ears turned to the other voice. “And to whom does that melodious voice belong to?” She asked sweetly, putting her charms at work. She rested her head on her hand, making her back to lean a little on the fence. Moe was very happy that the woman was blind so he could check her out without any risks of upsetting her.

Weepy blushed and hid behind Cagney.

Now that he wasn’t the sole focus of Isabella’s charms, Cagney was more than happy to sit back and watch the other vegetables squirm. He thought about giving Moe a dirty look as he saw the potato checking out the bat but realized that would kind of make him a hypocrite and lazily allowed Weepy to hang behind him. “That’s Weepy,” Cagney explained, “he’s a bit shy so he may not be shaking your hand, but he’s waving.”

Isabella waved back “Aw, isn’t that precious. Don’t worry, Weepy, I won’t bite… unless you give me a reason,” she smiled maliciously. “I-I’m gonna go find Psy!” he said, red as a tomato, and hopped away. Moe started to like this woman. Sadly, he thought if she had a child it meant she was already taken. “So… Isabella, you and the mister are settling in alright? Anything you need?”. Isabella quivered slightly. “I’ve been on my own for a while now” she replied with a nostalgic tone “My … ” she hesitated, "husband … died long time ago. So I could use some strong hands to help me from time to time.“ She recovered her sweet tone towards the end of her sentence.

Cagney’s eyes widened. Shit. Well, guess that explained why dad wasn’t in any of Mina’s pictures. Hard to make an appearance when you were 6ft underground pushing up daisies. He watched her recover remarkably well too. He probably wouldn’t be able to keep it together if Hilda died, no matter how many years could have passed. Even thinking about it was hard. He really wanted her back in his life but steadied himself. No need to get all worked up now. He’d think of something he could do when he got back to his field.

"Oh… I’m sorry to hear that” said Moe, admiring the way she recovered. On the other hand, that meant she was available. “Well, if you need anything just ask! Not only we can sell you fresh produce but I’m a handyman myself,” he said flexing the weak muscles of his arms, forgetting she wasn’t capable of admiring them. “That is very nice of you, Moe! Thank you.” Isabella replied with a charming smile. “You have very charming friends, Cagney”.

“Ha! That’s the only charming thing about Cagney, ya know!” Strutting up to the group looking cockier than a rooster was Psycarrot, with Weepy following sheepishly behind. He slid in front of Isabella and smoothed his stem back. “The name’s Psycarrot, little lady. But you can call me Psy. I’m just going to show you a little vegetable welcome here,” he mentioned, taking her hand and planting a cavalier kiss to the fingers before releasing her hand back to her. “Was hoping this airhead wouldn’t show.” “Heh, Cagney, you know I’d never miss a chance to welcome newcomers to the isle! This here’s the best produce farm in all of Inkwell! Now I know that got you all excited but lemme tell it’s not just the veggies I’m good at. I’m fairly good at reading minds and I can just tell that you’re itching to know more about me and, uh well the others too, heheh.”

Isabella pretended to be shy by the confidence of the giant carrot “Oh my! What a gentleman” she said sweetly allowing him to kiss her hand. He wasn’t the first overconfident gentleman that approached her, but she hoped it would be the last. The smell of the vegetables was making her too hungry, so she tried to focus on the fragrance of the carnation. “And you read minds too?” She asked, curious. “What else am I thinking?” She said with a soft sensual tone. Moe was bothered by the presence of the carrot and his gentleman ways. He crossed his arms and waited for Psy’s answer. If he was lucky, his orange friend’s overconfidence might get him to say something offensive to the lady, resulting in a slap in his face.

Psycarrot’s third eyelid opened wide and he grinned. “You’re hoping that I am the last man you ever have to meet - No, no. Don’t deny it, I can see the hunger in your eyes.”

Cagney waved at the carrot. “Ya ever think you’re going to give the pyschic schtick a rest?” “Schtick? Ha! I have the powers of the mind…maybe it’s more of a telekenisis type of ability but I assure you my mental deductions are always spot on.” Psycarrot eyed him now. “I could most certainly reveal your own escapades last night.” Cagney paled slightly before remembering Psy was a charlatan. “You wish. Listen, Moe, how much produce do I gotta buy to make him buzz off?”

The woman lifted her ears surprised of how close he was. “Well now! I’m gonna have to be careful what crosses my mind when you’re around, darling.”

Moe was a bit disappointed for not seing the carrot get slapped. He chuckled at Cagney. “Hell! If only I kew!”. Weepy smiled and felt better since the bat’s attention was directed to someone else. But when he remembered the tomatoes that almost drowned, he started to tear up. “Oh, Cagney! do you think you can drink more water? The poor things are gonna start having rotten roots if we don’t drain soon enough.” He pointed at them begging the giant flower with his wet eyes about to burst.

Cagney might be a grump but he knew the importance of rotten roots and nodded toward Weepy. “I got ya. Listen, Isabella, I’m gonna go take care of that real quick. Let them know if you want anything. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He walked back over to the water and plunged his hands into the dirt to take care of the moisture.

“Ok, em… is there anyway I can help?” The woman asked, hoping there would be something a blind person could do.

“Oh no! We got this, doll. No need to get your sweet hands dirty,” Moe said as he grabbed his tool and started working the ground. Isabella didn’t appreciate the comment but preferred to keep it to herself. Weepy accompanied Cagney and when they were far enough he gathered the courage to ask. “D-did you really hurt her child?”.

Cagney hummed quietly. “Hurt is a strong word. Probably the right word. I was pretty sleep deprived so I didn’t do that much. Definitely scared the shit out of her and her friend though so I doubt they’ll be sneaking into my field again anytime soon.”

“Oh my!” Weepy covered his mouth in surprise. “Not a good start…You know, if you want, I can give you some Valerian root to help you sleep”. He helped guiding the extra water away from the plants. “Do you know what got Hilda so riled up the other night? Usually she would warn us when a storm like that is coming.” – “So how did you all meet? You grew up here too?” Isabella tried to make some conversation until her guide came back.

Psycarrot beamed at the question. “How did we all meet? Why! That’s one of the most incredible stories you could ever hear! It all started with us growing up on this isle-!” The carrot began to drone on and on and on about magical spells and beautiful damsels and the importance of agriculture…

–

The Carnation eyed the other members of the Root Pack and Isabella. It look like they were all talking about something so it looked like it would be safe to at least mention something to the Onion. Weepy didn’t gossip. Or at least he gossiped less than everyone else. Mostly due to the fact that if it was something sad, he would start blubbering and crying before he could get halfway through it

“I… haven’t really talked to Hilda recently so. She and I had an argument couple nights ago so I’m a bit out of the loop.” The onion looked surprised at the carnation. “Oh no! Really? That’s-T-that’s…” he started to sob “that’s so sad! You’ve been friends since you were a little seedling! What happened? How can I help?”

–

Isabella listened patiently to the carrot’s never ending tale, smiling when ever was appropriate and acting worried or surprised when the tale required her too. She kept twitching her ears from time to time, hoping to hear Cagney approaching and continue with the neighborhood tour.

–

Cagney gritted his teeth. “Just dumb stuff. Nuthin to really do but wait and see if she kills me later today.” He wondered if she’d do it in front of Isabella or would she wait until there were no witnesses. “Shit, Isabella. I gotta keep showing her the isle. Later, Weepy.” Cagney withdrew his hands with a slight “oof”. He probably wasn’t going to need water anytime soon.

Weepy dried his tears, thanked Cagney for helping and got back to the plants.

He left the onion and headed back to the beautiful woman. “Hey! Psy, story time’s over. We gotta get going.”

Psycarrot held out his hands. “But I was just getting to the part where Moe had to disguise himself as a beautiful spud to help me get our lease back.” Cagney made a face. “I…didn’t need to hear that. Ready to go, Isabella?”

Isabella was relieved to hear the flower coming back “Oh! thank goodn–Oooh! We have to leave already?” She pretended to care about the carrot’s tale. “Oh well! I guess we will have to save it for next time.”

She hoped that next time never arrived. “Yeah, or not!” said Moe turning, red from both embarrassment and anger.

And with that, the two left the Root Pack.

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Sorry for the delay! Had some techinical dificulties. Also, since I´ve been partying all weekend celebrating my Bachelorette´s party, I didn´t make any drawing for the chapter.

It´s a bit sad to have a chapter with no pictures in it, so if you feel like it, you can send us your drawings and I will added to the chapter : ) Thank you for your patience and for reading!

CHAPTER 01, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 03, CHAPTER 04, CHAPTER 05, CHAPTER 06, CHAPTER 07, CHAPTER 08, CHAPTER 09, CHAPTER 10; CHAPTER 11; CHAPTER 12 (You’re here)

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joonbird · 7 years

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Comfort Inn Ending | 6

➭ “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst

wordcount: 5.5k

Jungkook was dreaming again.

It was always the same dream. You were standing in front of him, your shoulders slumped.

He had the fleeting thought that you looked beautiful, and sad. Your lips were quivering, your eyelashes fringed with fat tears.

He could feel it, cresting from within him like a wave. Confusion, as he reached out for you. He held your face in his palms, and you leaned into his touch, your eyes squeezing shut as you gathered the words. Jungkook could hear his voice speaking, calling out to you. He always wanted to be there for you, like an anchor, strong and steady when you were shaking.

“Y/N? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

He was starting to feel it now, the dread. This was a dream, and it was a familiar dream, but he couldn’t quite remember the details. But still, the dread was gathered in his stomach, like his insides were curling at the edges.

You opened your eyes, you were crying in earnest now, tears rolling silently down your face. It was as if your heart was splitting open in front of him and all he could feel was concern.

“Don’t cry,” He murmured, brushing some of your tears away.

You shook your head rapidly, stepping out of his touch just a few centimetres, but it was enough. Jungkook hesitated.

Time stretched, and slowed, even now in this dreamlike state, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

“I slept with someone else.”

It was at that moment that time completely stood still.

Even now, in the dream, the words sliced into him and seemed to reverberate throughout his entire body. His brain started to chant no, no, no. Not this, not you.

His heart seized up painfully as realization sunk in. He had heard this before. This had happened before. This wasn’t merely a dream but a memory.

The haziness of the dream sharpened into a crystalline focus, he stared at you, feeling his head start to spin. This had happened. This had happened, months ago, and it was happening again. You were still crying, but he felt dislocated from you and even from his own self as his hand let go of you, dropping to his side like a dead weight.

It was strange, this moment. All he could hear was silence. Your words were still hanging in the air above the two of you but he couldn’t absorb them properly. This isn’t real, he told himself. Wake up.

But he couldn’t.

You let out a tiny whimper, and his heart felt like it was crippled and folding into itself. It hurt, it hurt so much. Jungkook recognized that sound, he had only heard it once in his life before, when a close family member of yours had passed away a few years ago. You had crumpled to the floor and cried silently, letting out a series of tiny sobs that wracked your entire body. This was one of those sobs. When that had happened, he had been consumed with a need to protect you, to find out what exactly it was going through you mind, to dissolve that sadness from you. It was the same feeling that had rippled through him instinctively when you had started crying earlier.

And now, that feeling was gone.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

And then Jungkook woke up.

He was jolted awake, and the only sound that filled the bedroom were his labored breaths. He panted breathlessly for a moment, before realizing numbly that his hands were clutched around the bed sheets, and his chest was dotted in beads of sweat.

It was just a dream.

“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered out hoarsely, glancing down to his side. You were fast asleep beside him and he let out a long, shaky breath. He stared at you and it felt like his heart was going to slide out from under his ribs and fall onto the floor. It always felt like this when he looked at you these days. It hurt.

It hurt to look at you and know that so much had happened, so many horrible words had been said and exchanged. So much damage had been done and Jungkook was beginning to wonder if the fissures in your relationship were repairable.

God. He ran a hand shakily through his hair, shaking his head a little as if to get his own thoughts out of his mind. Carefully, he stepped out of the bed, hovering for a moment as he gazed down at you. Your face was peaceful and still, you were sleeping and he felt a strange twist in his heart looking at you sleeping so restfully.

He hadn’t told you this, but he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in months. Ever since that day he saw you again on that rooftop, he hadn’t been able to sleep. It was always the same dream, or nightmare really, replaying that exact moment you told him you had cheated. Jungkook was starting to wonder if it would ever go away.

He let out another soft sigh as he padded out into the hallway of your apartment. At this time of the night, the air was so still and so silent that is didn’t feel real and he wondered idly if he was dreaming again. He pinched his forearm and let out a soft, humourless laugh. He wasn’t dreaming, but he was probably going crazy.

He stepped outside of Y/N’s apartment, settling down onto the steps and letting his head fall into his hands. He was exhausted, emotionally, and physically, and he knew that what he was doing with you was taking a toll.

Tonight was a breaking point for him, and he knew that. He hadn’t wanted it to go down like it had, but then again, that was the nature of his relationship with you these days. Things just seemed to come together and fall apart with no warning signs whatsoever. He hated how he had talked to you before he had left for the party, yelling at you, getting jealous and angry and possessive when he knew he probably didn’t have a right to be.

For God’s sake, he had been the one to insist that the two of you weren’t really back together. He knew he had only said that to protect himself, he had been so afraid of letting you back in his life and into his heart that something as meaningless as a label of ‘back together’ and ‘not back together’ seemed like it would protect him.

“Sometimes, I’m really an idiot.” Jungkook mumbled aloud. He shook his head again, here he was, talking to himself. He really was going crazy. He wanted nothing more than to calm down, and go back upstairs and get some God damn sleep, but he couldn’t.

He felt tense and on edge, restless for something and he didn’t quite know what. He was sleep deprived, sure, but he was deprived of a lot more too. He felt so unstable and he needed something solid to grip onto. That used to be you, the pillar of support in his life when everything else was stressful and overwhelming. But he didn’t lean on you anymore and learning how to stand on his own two feet was proving more difficult than he gexpected.

Going to Yoongi’s party tonight had definitely been a bad idea. Fighting with you had put him into the kind of headspace that definitely wasn’t conducive for a party, or for alcohol, but he had been too angry to see that clearly. The minute he had stepped into the dorm, all he wanted to do was forget.

How many shots had he done? God, ten? Twelve? He honestly couldn’t remember, he cringed now at the memory of the alcohol sliding down his throat and burning its way down into his belly. He had never been a big drinker but he just wanted to forget about you and prove to himself and to everybody else that he wasn’t completely wrapped up in you still.

Yoongi had been loving it, laughing and shouting, clapping him on the back like a proud father, making sure shots of tequila kept appearing in front of him like magic. Jungkook had gotten drunk, so drunk, that he was staggering around, blinking slowly and smiling because finally, finally he felt relaxed. He felt like he could fall asleep, because all his thoughts and worries were muted and fuzzy around the edges. He couldn’t even remember your name or your face and it was a welcome break from his usual stream of thoughts, 99% of which seemed to rotate around you these days.

Jungkook squinted, he couldn’t remember much about Yoongi’s impromptu dorm party. He vaguely recalled the feeling of the sofa he sank into though.

He remembered opening his eyes and seeing, God, what was her name again… Mina? God he couldn’t remember, even now… but her, flopping onto the couch beside him. Her eyelashes were fluttering at him, she kept touching his arm and laughing at whatever bullshit was coming out of his mouth. She was talking too but he couldn’t hear or register anything she was saying. He had fucked this girl before though, he vaguely remembered pushing her against a bathroom wall and hate-fucking her, imagining she was you as he pumped in and out of her. He had felt a little bad about that, which was why he didn’t move from the couch.

She was touching his arm and it felt nice. He remembered that much. The thought crossed his mind that he could kiss her. He could fuck her again. He didn’t have to do everything thinking about you, he could move on. God knows he wanted to. He wanted nothing more than to break free from this cycle of loving you, and then doubting you, hating you, and wishing he had a time machine.

The memories of the night were cloaked in an alcohol induced haze. Jungkook had been so close to kissing her, that girl, because she was sitting right next to him and she smelled like strawberries. She smelled very different to you and he wasn’t sure if he liked it, but it was different and distracting, so he didn’t pull away. She was saying something, he wasn’t sure, he was drunk- so drunk, and the next thing he knew, his phone was ringing and the girl was answering. She was talking and he was still squinting at her trying to decide if he was really going to do it, going to try and kiss this girl and stamp an end to whatever it was that he was doing with you, when she turned to him, his phone outstretched in her hand.

“It’s your ex.” She said bluntly, irritation lined her face but Jungkook noticed it and dismissed it within a second because once again his thoughts were focused on you. Anger laced his thoughts as he grabbed his phone.

“Y/N?” Jungkook could still remember how he had snarled out your name, anger and heat and frustration all coiled in his stomach like a thick rope, weighing him down and pinning him in place. He was tired of feeling this way, he was tired of you, your voice, everything about you, being unable to get you out of his head…

“Shut up.” His vision was swaying slightly and he wasn’t sure if it was from the anger that was simmering inside of him or from the alcohol, or both. He honestly had no idea.

The thought of alcohol just reminded Jungkook of you, sitting in a bar somewhere confiding in a bartender about your relationship with him.

His heart flared with a mixture of jealousy and insecurity, hating the images that his mind was procuring. His mind went involuntarily to these images of you and a stranger curled up in bed together, heavy breaths against skin, intimacy or fucking or whatever it was that the two of you had done.

He cringed, shuddering, he hated that his brain now seemed to be stuck in doubt mode when it came to you, and he hated that you had done this to him, changed the way his mind worked. He hated you, he decided suddenly.

“Fuck you Y/N, seriously.” He said his words as viciously as he could but the slurring diminished his desired effect. He was vaguely aware of the way your voice was starting to lower, he knew you were close to tears but instead of feeling sad about it, he felt numb and hollow. He wanted you to feel hurt, he realized, and he wondered if he should feel guilty about that but he was too drunk to care.

“Jungkook, please come over. Let’s talk this out. Please.” You were pleading with him and that felt guilt, raw and uncomfortable. Jungkook immediately wondered if he was a bad person. It seemed like the constant battle in his own mind was whether you had cheated because you had made a mistake and fucked up, or whether it was because of him.

Maybe he could’ve gone back and done things differently. Maybe he could’ve loved you harder, given you more of him. Fuck, he didn’t know anymore and he was sick of feeling guilty every time you cried. He was done, done with bending when it came to you. He didn’t know what it was about you, your touch seemed to melt steel and no matter how many times he gave himself a stern talking to, no matter how many times the guys held interrogations and interventions for him, he just crumbled.

It was so unfair, that you had this grip over him and he didn’t seem to have that effect on you. While every one of his thoughts was coloured with your voice, it seemed that you just went about every day life without even considering him.

“Why don’t you call the bartender? Or that stranger you fucked?” Jungkook snapped out the words and felt jealousy, hot and searing, in his chest. It had been months ago and he still felt a bitterness in his mouth when he thought about you sleeping with somebody else. He was always thinking about it, wondering if he touched you in the places that you liked to be touched, if you moaned out his name and fluttered your lids closed. Fuck, he hated this. The questioning, the constant to and fro in his own chaotic mind.

“Jungkook I-” You began to say something, and Jungkook interrupted.

“You had sex with him, maybe I’ll have sex with someone. Even Stevens.” Jungkook knew he was trying to just hurt you now, blatantly trying to cause you pain, and he felt an unsettling mixture of guilt and stubbornness as he hung up on you.

He was breathing heavily and he gazed around to find that girl from earlier gone. He blinked slowly, hazily, feeling uncertain. He didn’t recognize anyone at the party, he wondered where the members had gone off to as he stood up, a little shaky on his feet.

Your face flashed in his mind, unwelcome in his thoughts but intruding anyway. He missed you, why was he missing you? He had just spoken to you. Jungkook let out a tiny groan and leaned forward. His head was spinning and he was beginning to hear his own words just then, over and over in his mind like a broken record. He had been too harsh, too cruel… or had he not been harsh enough?

“Fuck.” Jungkook whispered to himself. He was suddenly hyperaware of his unsettled stomach, his head was spinning wildly now from the alcohol and he made a beeline for the door, swaying on his feet. He ran straight out of the dorm to the backyard, heaving as he threw up. He felt awful- his stomach churning, tears filling his eyes and worst of all, the horrible ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away.

There was a hand rubbing his back in soothing, circular motions and Jungkook had blinked up through his tears and drunken state to see Namjoon there, Jungkook wondered how Namjoon knew, how he always knew.

“I fucking hate her hyung.” Jungkook groaned, he was so drunk the words felt garbled but Namjoon as always seemed to understand what he was saying. “I fucking hate her… I hate me… I hate this,” He added out, his voice cracking as he let out a soft groan.

“I know,” Namjoon murmured, Jungkook straightened and wiped his mouth, feeling his head spin.

“I’m sorry hyung… I’m sorry about everything. I know you didn’t want me to be like this, but I can’t help it right now.” Jungkook mumbled.

Namjoon just let out a long sigh.

“You know how I feel about this. Don’t apologize to me.” He said quietly. “I know you’re wasted right now but… please. Stop worrying about everyone else and what they want. What do you want, Jungkook? Put yourself first.”

After that, Jungkook genuinely couldn’t remember what had happened, all he knew was that he had somehow stumbled into a taxi and ended up at your place. Your place, where that awful fight had happened. And even though he had known then that the smart thing to do was to walk away, he couldn’t leave you crying. So he had slipped back into your room and back into your arms.

“I’m so weak.” Jungkook muttered now. Everything tonight seemed to prove his weaknesses, his faults He let out a deep sigh. Jungkook knew he had his faults. He was stubborn, he was competitive, and at heart he was a perfectionist.

The creases in his relationship bothered him more than they would any other guy, because Jungkook wasn’t like any other guy. He didn’t want to be a failure. He had grown up with a constant myriad of expectations - to perform, to succeed, and to become an adult when he was just a child. His entire life growing up he had taken so much of his identity from his tangible achievements- the time he beat Seokjin in an arm wrestle or the time Bang PD-Nim told him he was truly vocally talented. Jungkook had spent his life measuring and counting successes and he had never been satisfied. Until he met you. You had taught him how to slow down time when he only new how to count time. You had taught him how to accept his own shortcomings instead of constantly being self critical. You had shown him that he was valuable within himself, not just because of his achievements. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t stay away from you. But then again, you had taught him painful lessons, lessons of heartbreak and body ache and betrayal. Jungkook was still feeling conflicted and confused, and he knew he needed to make some decisions. All he wanted to do was sleep. All he wanted to do was go back in time. But it instead, he was here, frozen in time, shivering in the cold.

He hugged his knees to his chest like a child and rocked back and forth. He had no idea what he wanted or where to go from here. He glanced down at his phone, it was sunrise and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep.

Standing up, Jungkook sighed, glancing up at your apartment and then out towards the street, daylight was starting to break in the sky. If he hurried, he could make it to the dorm and hopefully, get some rest.

Jungkook’s day was going from bad to worse.

His attempt to catch up on sleep had failed dismally- he had tossed and turned in his bed all afternoon. The dorm was surprisingly empty for once, the members were all off somewhere, so it was the optimal time to catch up on sleep but his mind was too active.

As a result, he was so exhausted now that he could barely keep his eyes open. Today, he had suffered through a long nighttime practice that involved way too much hardcore choreo for his hungover and sleep deprived physical state. He had been sluggish, one beat behind everybody else, and he could feel the other members growing more and more frustrated at him. His body wasn’t cooperating, and he had no one to blame but himself. The moment practice was over, Jungkook was gone, feeling frustrated at himself.

“Jungkook, are you alright?” Jungkook glanced up to see Hoseok walking towards him. Jungkook nodded at his older friend, shrugging. “I’m fine.” Hoseok wasn’t having it, giving Jungkook a disbelieving look. “You were off all day. And you were a mess last night.”

Jungkook hesitated, Hoseok was staring at him so intensely that Jungkook couldn’t hide from him any longer.

“It’s just… Y/N stuff. It’s stupid.” Jungkook muttered, looking at the ground. Hoseok fell quiet, leaning against the wall beside him.

“It’s not stupid. Relationships are complicated.” Hoseok said finally.

“Yeah.” Jungkook shrugged. “I just… I really thought I could get over her. And I’m no where near that. If anything, it’s gotten worse rather than better.” Saying the words aloud had Jungkook’s face flushing crimson, he hated this, admitting his vulnerability aloud.

“It’s gonna take time.” Hoseok said finally, crossing his arms. He had a pensive look on his face. “Well I mean, you guys did have your happy times.” Hoseok mused.

Jungkook sighed, his brow furrowed, before letting out a sigh that he didn’t even know he was containing.

“It’s weird, I haven’t even let myself remember those times. The happy times.” Jungkook admitted. “It feels like everything’s been divided into a Before and an After, from you know. What happened.”

Hoseok nodded slowly. “There were some good times. There’s no point trying to hide from that. Just gotta accept it, and figure out what you want to do.” Jungkook nodded, absorbing his advice.

“There were,” He echoed quietly. He laughed softly to himself, shaking his head.

“I remember… oh my God. This one time, after practice once last year, Id came home and I was in the worst mood because I completely screwed up something… and she was there and I just couldn’t stop pushing and prodding her all the way from the airport to our place. I was being an asshole. And when I walked into our place she had cooked dinner and cleaned everything.”

Jungkook swallowed at the memory, feeling tears prick at his eyes. He rubbed at them furiously, embarrassed at himself for getting so sentimental over such a small memory. But the minute the words had come tumbling out of his mouth, the memory was snapped back into his mind razor sharp. Smelling his favourite seaweed soup in the air, going into the bedroom to see all his clothes neatly organized. It was such a tiny little gesture but remembering it all of the sudden had every cell in his body aching for the past.

He stared at the ground. It had been so long since he had let himself feel positivity in regards to you, that it almost felt foreign. He had been so afraid to let himself remember the good times.

“Do you think we’ll ever get that back? After everything that’s happened?” Jungkook asked. He didn’t know why he was asking this question but he needed to hear an answer.

“Honestly? I don’t know Jungkook. Only you do.”

Jungkook nodded slowly. He knew that Hoseok was right. He knew that the guys had sent Hoseok out here to talk to him, because this in between period was taking a toll on everyone. Something had to change, Jungkook just didn’t know what yet.

“I’m gonna… take a walk. I need to think.” Jungkook murmured.

“Good luck,” Hoseok said.

Jungkook met his gaze and nodded. He needed it.

Jungkook went back to that familiar rooftop and stood still, breathing in the air. His mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and he needed to figure out what it was that he wanted to do.

He was on the brink of making a decision and it felt like he was being pulled apart. He had so many different people telling him different things, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was disappointing everybody. He was disappointing the guy, by doing this, this endless cycle of suffering and pain. He was disappointing you, by treating you this way. It seemed like no matter what he did, he couldn’t win.

Namjoon’s words came back to him now, ‘Stop worrying about everyone else and what they want. What do you want, Jungkook?’

What did he want? He felt like he had the answer but he wasn’t sure if it was the right answer. He let out a long sigh, staring around him at the rooftop and out to the city below. He had to trust in his instincts.

He pulled out his phone and pressed ring, his breath rising and falling with each buzz of the dial tone in his ear.

“Hey.” Your voice was soft, quiet, and it sounded like you had been crying. He stood there for a moment, staring out at the skyline.

“Hey.” He replied finally. “How has your day been?”

There was rustling on the other line and he realized he was pressing his phone hard against his ear, waiting on your response.

“It’s… it’s been okay. I’ll tell you about it later?”

He nodded slowly. Your voice sounded far away like this over the phone but he felt his body settle at your words.

“Yeah I’m… I’ll be home soon.” He said, breaking the quietness that had fallen between them.

Home. He called your place home.

“Okay,” You said back.

He hung up, staring at his phone for a second before glancing up to stare back at the sky. Home. The concept of home was in Jungkook’s mind. He was thinking about when he had shared a home with you, the memory from the past he had recalled earlier of long, hard days ending with you there to comfort him. He was thinking about home now, and how even after everything that had happened, he still associated home with you. You were his home.

Finally, it all seemed to be falling together in his mind. He had never been a believer of moments like this, epiphanies that were talked about in movies and books when all the pieces of the puzzle slotted together neatly. But it was happening to him. It was all making sense and for the first time in a long time, he felt the tension drain out of his body.

He knew now what he wanted to do. He had never been more certain of anything in his entire life.

He loved you.

God, he loved you. He always had. From the moment he had locked eyes with you across the busy street in Seoul, something had pulled at him from within and never let go. He was always going to love you. You had shaped him, you had changed him, and every experience in Jungkook’s life he wanted you there by his side. He was going to have to work hard, harder than anything, to get over this. You had smashed his trust but he was determined now to try. He had to try. He couldn’t give up on this and he couldn’t give up on you.

He let his head fall back against the wall as his body relaxed for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He loved you. He felt it wash over his body and for the first time he wasn’t scared of it. You had always gripped all of his heart in his hand and the last few months had been a tug of war, him battling to gain ownership of it again. But he didn’t want to do that anymore. He wanted to give all of himself to you again. He wanted the past again.

The fear was there, the fear of getting hurt, the fear of being vulnerable but Jungkook had always prided himself on his bravery. Perhaps this was the biggest test of all, giving his heart back to someone who had split it in half.

Perhaps forgiveness was the most terrifying thing to do.

And if there was anybody he could do it for, try to forgive, try to heal, to forget…. It was you.

You heard the door squeak open and you closed your eyes instantly. You lay perfectly still as Jungkook pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed, the springs creaking slightly with his weight.

“Y/N?” He whispered into the darkness. You stayed frozen as he reached out and gently touched your shoulder. Your heart was beating so loudly in your chest you were terrified he would hear it. But he didn’t, he just let out a little sound and settled into the bed properly.

You were awake, so awake that you could feel it seeping into your bones and into your skin as Jungkook curled up beside you, his face by the nape of your neck as he placed one palm gently on your waist. He let out a sigh and it brushed against the skin of your neck and you squeezed your eyes together harder, fighting everything in you that wanted to turn around and open your eyes, stare into his gaze. But you couldn’t.

Today had changed everything. God, today. You had a million different voices bouncing in your head from today. The members sitting on your living room couch, and most of all, loudest of all, your own voice.

It was as if every tiny little decision, every moment had let to this, to today.

It was over between you and Jungkook. You were going to end it. Tomorrow.

You were going to sever the ties, the ties that you had so carefully tried to construct back together with him. Whatever it was that was holding you and Jungkook together so delicately, you were going to cut it clean. You had to.

“I love you.” Jungkook whispered out so quietly that you wondered if he had really said it. You wondered if he knew that you were awake.

You responded with silence, feeling your eyes pool with tears.

Dread, and sadness, and every little grey emotion you had ever felt in past, prickled inside of you.

You lay still, as his breathing slowed.

You listened as he fell asleep, into a deep, restful slumber, while you lay there, wide awake, your heart breaking.

A/N: The next installment will be the final one. All loose ends will be wrapped up and there will be a very concrete ending. i guess you could say the next part truly will be a comfort inn ending ha hahah ha ha (i’m sorry)

#Jungkook angst #bts angst #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios

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Coffee & Wine - Ch. 5

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“Name.”

“Mina Lee, class 1F.”

“Welcome to detention, please get comfortable wherever you like with a book from the library,” the person gestured to the wall bookcase that was peppered with leather bound volumes of old histories.

Mina marvelled at their detention hall. Seriously? It was something out of a dream. The floor was tiled with marble and the ceiling was multi layered with arches like an old cathedral. She saw an archway connecting to another grand hall that she assumed was the main library of the campus. There were couches and desks spread around the room where she saw people lying down or sitting. They all had a book in their hands. She was puzzled at this form of detention but followed suit.

She walked up to the bookshelf and ran her fingers across the spines. Smooth leather with metallic lining. Some of these books must have been over twice her age. A hand appeared next to hers and took out the book she was about to look at. With an annoyed look she turned to see Sehun Kim leaning on the shelf looking intently at the book in his hands.

Her insides became panicked when she saw him so she decided to turn the other way and try to disappear from view.

“Hey,” a voice said from behind her.

She looked up and prayed he was not talking to her. When she turned around he was leaning in the same place but with his gaze apathetically resting on her.

“Yes?” Her voice sounded so meek she hated it.

He went back to flipping through the book. “Origins of the Eminent Exodus Academy...sure you want to read this propaganda? Though most of the books here are garbage anyways.”

She was not sure what to say as he mostly spoke to the book. His eyes snapped up to her and she panicked wondering if she might stutter.

He walked over to her and with each step she felt like running away. He handed her the book. A moment of hesitation passed and then she grabbed the other end. He did not let go when she tried to take it.

“A word of advice, little girl, don't show weakness around here. They'll eat you alive.”

She shivered at his words and how brashly they were said. Before she could comment his eyes glazed over and he walked away. She stood there with the book in her hands staring into space.

Gathering herself, she sat at an empty table far away from anyone else and started reading.

“Blah blah...originated in 1948 by the revered Kim family-wait, what?” She glanced back to where her awkward conversation was. His name was Sehun Kim and she wondered if he was one of the nine brothers. He certainly seemed odd enough.

She read on to learn that Exodus Academy was founded by Kim Technologies, or at least it that they were both created by the same family. “What kind of family is this…”

After a couple hours of reading her detention was complete. It was not entirely unbearable but she was relieved to be done with that room. As large as it was somehow it was suffocating. Much of the rest of the school began to feel the same.

The night air felt cool against her skin and a breeze picked up as she rode her bike downhill. She passed familiar streets on her way home. Her time at the hospital, though necessary, was uncomfortable. Today was a day she wished for the comfort of her home. She planned to clean up around the house and water the grass outside. Her father kept potted plants at the front that she tended to sometimes. The lilacs had started to look droopy and she chastised herself for being so negligent.

Sirens echoed behind her and went from barely audible to earsplitting. Red and white flashed by her as she heard a loud horn rip through the air. She almost lost balance on her bike when the truck raced passed her and she stopped to watch them go.

The scent of burning creeped through the night and reached her. It smelled almost of campfire but with a heavier tone.

“Poor soul…” She said.

The ride became bumpy as she traveled across gravel. She decided to take the shortcut to her house. As she got closer the smell of smoke became thicker. It was like a poison in the air and she started coughing. Her senses went into panic when she saw the crowd of people standing on the street in front of her house. She saw a horrible reflection of red and orange light flickering on the faces of people in front of her. Shadows danced before her eyes and swept the road.

She pushed through the crowd to get to her house. Throwing the warning tape above her head, she ran towards the scene. A man clad in a fireman's uniform stopped her before she got too close. Her body curled around his arm from the impact. She watched the flames engulf her home.

“No! You don't understand, this is my house!” Mina screamed. Tears began to fall.

The fireman gave her a sympathetic look. In his eyes she could see the reflection of her burning house. “I'm sorry, you can’t go there! We have to put it out and investigate what is left.”

What is left… Her chest tightened as she was led away from the scene and sat in an ambulance. The paramedic asked her various questions and she mumbled answers that she was nowhere near the house when it started.

From where she sat all she could see were the red tips of the flames licking the sky and a long pillar of smoke rising in the darkness. It was a demonic ash floating through the air and she could feel it in her lungs, wanting to choke her. Her eyes burned from the smoke and when she winced the paramedic told her to look away. She did no such thing.

“No, I can't. I have to watch. It’s my house,” she said. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from both the smoke and her own feelings of despair.

The drive back to the hospital was numbing. She looked out the window at the lights wisping by. Streams of warm light ran across the sky as she looked up. All she wanted was to go home, wherever that was. She supposed it was the hospital now.

With a heavy sigh she walked into her father's hospital room. The soft whirring of machines was the only audible sound. Not much went on in their room without her or Mrs. Choi. She sat on the soft chair beside her father's bed and slid into an excessive slouch. That was her primary sleeping position in that room for the nights she stayed.

She stared up at the ceiling and started counting the infinite bumps. “I had my first day of school today and got detention. Everyone seems to be in their own sphere of existance, I’m happy to remain left alone. And the house burned down. I don't know why, they're going to do an investigation to find out. I wasn't even able to-”

A sob emerged from her throat, it burned like a fiery ball. Her eyes were a dry well and she was too tired to keep crying. Instead she just took her father's hand and held it.

When she woke up she could not believe it was three in the morning. She had school in a few hours and insomnia hit her hard. Her eyes were wide open in the dark hospital room. She adjusted and saw the red LEDs on her father's life support system flashing on and off as per usual. She looked around and saw something similar on Yoon’s machine.

She got up and went to the washroom. Upon splashing her face with water and brushing her teeth, she straightened out her clothes and walked out.

The hallways looked a cream colour in the dim lighting, there was the odd person on their night shift walking in and out of rooms but other than that she was alone. The empty hospital might have scared her before but now it felt somewhat peaceful. The stillness was calming and the soft hum of air conditioning soothing.

She approached a fork and saw a sign that said “Garden”. When she reached the end of that hallway, there was a door leading outside. The door pushed open and she was led to a smooth path that was entirely surrounded by hedges and flowers. The air was cool and crisp, she breathed in deeply. It was so quiet she could hear the hammering sound of her every step. Roses were planted in bundles into the hedges and she smiled when she noticed some were red and some were white.

“Off with her head…” she said with a small smile imagining a childhood story. As soon as she said it she pictured the image of someone being decapitated.

She shook her head to dispel the disturbing imagery and grabbed a flower. “Ow!” A thorn struck her finger. Suddenly the garden was no longer welcoming and all she felt was tired.

It was then she heard the softest sound. It seemed like nothing at first. Then she knew, it was a melancholy tune. The soft keys of a piano were being played. The notes lingered in the air like wistful sighs and Mina could not help but be drawn to it. Her tongue danced behind her lips as she walked through the hedges to get closer. The sound was encapsulated by the garden and she was alone in the world with this mystifying siren song. When she got close enough that it seemed the keys were just in front of her, a small clearing came into view.

There she saw a gazebo in the centre where a black grand piano sat. It's glossy sheen had worn away from the years spent outside and yet it looked like it belonged nowhere else. Her eyes shifted to the man she saw playing. All she could see was his back. His fingers moved smoothly over the keys as his song was coming to an end. She almost begged him to continue but caught herself. A man playing a melancholy serenade at three in the morning in a hospital was most likely hoping to be left alone. When his song ended she watched him sit back and rest his hands on his knees. He pressed a high note once and let his fingers slip off of the keys. She saw he was about to turn and she stepped backwards out of view.

Fallen leaves crunched underneath her shoes and she froze.

“Who’s there?” Said the man angrily.

She did the first thing her mind could think of, she ran through the hedges with branches whipping her arms. She heaved her way through the maze like garden and returned to her room. She closed the door and stood against it, breathing heavily. She put a hand on her heart and thought about the song again. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard.

She grabbed her bag and headed to school, feeling suddenly more awake than ever.

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Electric Moment Chapter 2

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From as early as he could place it, everything within Katsuki's eyeline had been fire and brimstone. From the earliest hours of the morning, as the sun drowned the edges of his bed through the broad window along his bedroom wall, to the deepest hours of the night when he lay in his bed, eyelids slowly falling, his belly whirled with heat, his fingertips prickling with the onset of an explosion from within that never seemed to manifest with anything else but emotions and words. Everything he said dripped with petrol, turpentine and nitroglycerin, and exploded upon contact with the air, and it never seemed to have a halt point. That's the way it had always been, but right now, with his lips hanging open ever so slightly, eyes stuck on a single figure of a delicate girl layered in leather and black, his mouth had nothing.

"So, what'a'ya say?" He heard her speak again, and this time his brain was actually moving, so much so that he could practically feel it's movements as it turned and twisted in order to process the information.

She'd just said Electric Moment.

Katsuki knew who they were. Anyone who listened to music with any sort of consistency in Japan right now knew their name. They were an up and coming punk rock band with a post-rock sound and unique twist that not even the biggest of music buffs had quite yet been able to pinpoint. They were going to be big, huge even, yet still held an indie following underground due to their roots and masked identities. People spoke about them in forums, on the trains, standing by a vending machine in a business suit with a cigarette in hand. So what the hell did this group of delinquents have to do with them, surely they weren't Electric Moment? This had to be a con job.

"Electric Moment? The band? You have to be fucking shitting me." He scoffed out, chucking his empty beer bottle towards Izuku, who caught it with fumbling hands and placed in gentle into the bin beside him.

"I shit you not, sir. Electric Moment's hiatus period is drawing to a close, and we're kind of down a guitarist, for, unfortunate reasons and I want you to take the spot." The girl in front of him explained, staring up at him with eyes vaguely intense enough that it made her seem taller than she actually was.

"And you're trying to tell me...you guys..." he muttered, motioning to the group before him, eyes running over each figure with careful eyes, "Are Electric Moment?"

"What? Does it really seem that crazy?!" Denki suddenly piped in, pressing his fists closes to his sides, glaring in Katsuki's direction.

Denki had never been the sort of person to take on an insult well, and it seemed this guy was full of them. Now, any smart person would take this as a sign that future conflict may arise, that a guy with a terrible attitude, not matter his talent, wasn't the type of person that you wanted working in a group towards a common goal, especially one as starkly important as this one. Yet, for some unknown reason, something inside Kyoka felt still, calm in a way she hadn't been for months. When she looked at the fire burning in Katsuki Bakugou's irises, she knew he was the piece she had been searching for, even before N's departure.

"Yeah that's what I'm implying Bleach Brain." Katsuki shot back, "I didn't think signed bands still spent their time in dodgy bars looking for talent these days."

Kyoka let out a quiet laugh, straight from the pit of her belly, eyes pressing together in momentary delight. She didnt exactly blame the guy after all. When they were on stage, when their faces were hidden from the crowds, Electric Moment felt so far from who they were in the free air of their daily lives.

On stage, Denki was D, and angelic drummer with stark white hair and a studded medical mask, but in his everyday life he was an IT student that worked part time at the local Sofmap where he spent his time flirting with any living being to make their way past his counter.

Under heavy lights Eijirou was K, an energetic bassist with messy indigo locks and a red bandana masking his face from those around. In reality, he was an unemployed Sports Health student that enjoyed the gym and Sunday morning entertainment.

The there was Hanta, otherwise known as S, who took the backstage due to stage-fright, but played like he was born to hold an instrument. His hair silver, shinning under the high beams like stars, dull duct tape wrapped loosely around his facial features. Walking the streets however, he was a bubbling ball of hilarity that spent his days studying to be a nurse and driving his friend's insane with offhanded jokes that they hardly ever understood.

And Kyoka, when Kyoka was on stage, she was J. With bandages wrapped around her face, long auburn hair adorned in lace and studs. J's voice would project across the crowd, and drag people in from all around the room. She sung from deep within her chest, and the music would flow through her blood like venom, piercing her heart, forcing it to beat out of time, faster and faster until she feared she may lose herself. On stage, J was everything, but once she stepped off, she was Kyoka again. Kyoka wasn't really sure who she was when she wasn't singing. Everyone told her so many different things. She was a cafe worker, a music student, best friend, sister, daughter, queer, punk? But she didnt really know who she was other than that. Not that it really mattered. As long as she had Electric Moment. As long as she could sing. Thats all she really needed to be.

She couldn't blame Bakugou for not believing that the same people that dominated the stage, that made music that somehow reached people in ways they never could have dreamed, were the very same people she had spent her time with in the halls of her high school, making jokes and neglecting study. She wouldn't believe it herself if she didnt already know.

She chuckled her laughs to a stop, looking up at Katsuki from under her fringe, which only made the boy synch his eyebrows together. Maybe this girl really did have a screw loose, maybe they all did.

"Yeah, well, I roll old school, plus a little birdy may have pointed me in your direction" Kyoka explained, flipping her head to look directly at Mina, who only grinned back with glee, shooting the punk girl a wink.

"Well, they definitely aren't lying..." Mina began, turning to her roommate, arms reached back behind her back, as she tipped herself forward on her feet excitedly, "Katsichi my darling, meet my best friends from high school back home."

Katsuki only blinked, watching Mina as she swung around like some sort of deranged child. Not that it was usual for her to act in that fashion. He had grown use to her erratic and overbearing behaviour quite early on in their forced "friendship". In all honest, he was convinced she probably wasn't even human.

She rolled her head to the side, scrunching her eyes up once more, before speaking again,

"And" she continued, moving to wrap her arms around the taller boys slim, yet muscular shoulders, "Who also happen to be the members of Electric Moment."

"I can't believe he said yes!" Mina exclaimed, her fingers reaching deep into the mouth of a mug, wiping it clean of suds and water as she spoke.

"Well...he didn't exactly say yes per say. If i remember correctly it was more like 'yeah, sure, whatever, just give the details to E.T. and get the fuck out of my face'" Kyoka quoted, rolling her eyes as she watched her erratic friend from her place at the cappuccino machine, wiping around the edges of the bench to clear away an excess of stray milk left from their earlier morning rush.

"He still agreed, which is kind of something for him, he's usually more defiant."

Kyoka hummed lacklustre in response, her focus turning towards the front door of the cafe at the familiar sound of the entry bell rung through.

"GOOD MORNING LADIES!" a harsh bellow followed, as three male figures made their way inside. Kyoka heard Mina laugh from at her side, causing her to turn her attention to their new patrons. Denki, Eijiro and Hanta, the later being the one to have announced their arrival, the others looking less than impressed with his boisterous tone, palms pressed flat to their ears.

Both Denki and Eijiro looked utterly horrible. They were dressed far sloppier than they normally would when going out in public and the bags under Denki's eyes spoke wonders about how they were probably feeling. On the contrary, Hanta looked immaculate, he always had been better at holding his alcohol.

"Morning boys, seems you all had a good night then?" Kyoka teased, moving to pick up a jar of pre-sorted coffee beans.

Denki grunted, pressing his fingers through his frazzled hair. The butterscotch coloured sweater he adorned, far too large as it reached just past his knees, sheltering his shorts and hiding them from view. At least Kyoka prayed that he was wearing shorts. He was usually the one that took a hangover the hardest. Kyoka had been able to tell earlier in the morning as she woke for work, the boy's pants and jacket scattered across the floor of their small apartment, the bathroom door pulled shut as the pain sounds of unwilled vomiting left not much to the imagination.

"Best night of our lives so far." Ejirou replied, walking towards the counter, sunglasses sitting high upon his face to shield himself from the unwanted light surrounding him, that probably only proved to make his head feel worse.

"Oh, yeah, maybe it was for you lover boy..." Hanta cut in, smirking in the direction of his red-haired friend. This drew Eijiro's attention, but not to the boy in question. Instead he turned himself to face Mina, the sections of his fringe that couldn't quite reach to fit along with the rest of his hair in the band upon his head, swaying along with his movements.

"Speaking of which you traitorous wrench!" He hissed toward Mina, slamming his fist down upon the counter in a faux anger, "How dare you keep this from me! We are suppose to be connected in a sacred vow that prevents shit like this!"

"What ever are you talking about Eiji my darling? I would never keep anything from you..." Mina wisped, holding her palm over her chest where her heart was presumed to hide beneath the protection of her rib cage and pale blue blouse.

"How dare you hide your sexy roommate from me! You're gonna tell me someone like that was living within the same walls as you for over two years and you failed to mention it once!"

"Actually...I do believe we did have this conversation at one point..." Mina corrected, moving to lean forward across the counter, her face so close to Eijiro's that she could presumably feel the warmth of his breath against her own.

"And you said, and I quote, 'eh', and I'm telling you for a fact that the person you introduced us to last night was far from it!" He growled, glaring into Mina's golden eyes, "I practically creamed myself just looking at him..."

"First of all, fucking gross." Mina muttered, scrunching her face up in disgust, "Second of all, in my opinion, Katsuki Bakugou is more than worthy of an 'eh'"

"You have to be kidding me!" Eijiro cried, pulling himself back from the counter, waving his arms towards his other three friends, who stood to his left, Denki cradling a freshly brewed black coffee within his palms, "Back me up!"

"Well..." Hanta began, moving his arm to scratch softly at the back of his neck.

"I think he's a lot more an 'eh' that for sure." Denki stated, filling his friend's chest with a broad sense of pride, before the feeling was dashed completely by the blond's next words, "He's a fuckin' ass. I wouldn't have my dick anywhere near that jerk."

Eijiro was stung. Out of everyone, he was sure that Denki would be the one to back him up. Just like him, he'd been completely battered down by the other boys performance. Drawn in to the way he played, his presence.

"I mean, he was hella hot...'til he opened his mouth..." Denki added, before leaning back to take a sip of his slightly cooled beverage.

"Bro..." Eijiro whined out in dismay, turning his sight towards Kyoka in a pleading gaze.

"Don't bring me into this." She stated quickly, backing away from the coffee machine, cloth in hand, "I'm way too gay for this conversation."

"None of you would understand..." Eijiro gushed, laying himself upon the counter dramatically, "Clearly none of you have the same eye for perfection that I do. Like...the moment he walked on stage, it was like lust at first sight."

"His eyes were like fire, and that wild hair and every time he moved his quads pulled at his jeans...and...fuck...I'd let his crush me to death with those thighs..." His eyes were closed now, far more focused on attempting to recall finer details through the opaque fog of tequila and beer. Eijiro hummed, sinking his teeth down into the skin of his index finger's knuckle.

"Stop. Being. Gross. In. My. Workplace." Kyoka cried, pulling Eijiro from his daydream with a series of hard strikes to his arms and face with her dirtied cloth. Eijiro jumped up immediately, whipping his glasses from his face to scowl in his small friend's direction.

"She's right Kirishima-san, this is a public cafe after all." A familiar voice suddenly chimed in, causing the group to turn towards the back of the cafe, where stood the door to the back entrance -and the manager's office.

There stood Fumikage Tokoyami, the young, yet reliable son the owner, and also the full time manager of the cafe. His dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, white-collared shirt tucked gently into his pants, covered again by a smart black vest. Not much different to how the goth boy would dress normally, but with far less clutter. In the workplace Tokoyami was a very professional worker, though it sometimes took a lot of patience to remain that way, especially with his bountiful harvest of overzealous staff and their friends.

"Sorry Toko..." Eijiro mumbled quietly, reaching to take hold of a tall glass of ice-chocolate that Mina had probably made for him, while blatantly ignoring her best friend's unnecessary mental breakdown.

The cafe in which Kyoka and Mina worked was a quant establishment only a short work from Todai-Mae Station in Nishikata. It had it's busy periods, and its quiet ones too. Both girls enjoyed working there almost as much as their friend's enjoyed visiting. It was decent money for a part time job and they even had a few regulars that could get Kyoka talking a little more than she normally would to the people that came through. Instead she mostly chose to man the machine, mixing drinks, cleaning. Small talk and customer service were more something that Mina was best at, and here she excelled.

"Just make sure to keep you behaviour civil, in case of other patrons." Tokoyami hummed, before stepping back towards the door, mountains of paperwork awaiting him in his office.

"Fumi-chan is such a novel gentleman, why couldn't you fall for someone more like him Eji?" Mina questioned, tilting her head towards Eijiro, batting her eyelashes towards him.

"Because my bro likes them hard and angry, like a boiled egg." Denki stated, winking in the pairs direction, causing Kyoka to tilt her head in confusion. The statement made no sense, but Denki hardly ever did. She slapped him with her cloth.

"C'mon Mi, I know you can help me out. Least give me his Line details or something...or even his phone number..." Eijiro begged, walking back towards the counter once he knew for sure that Tokoyami wouldn't be coming back out for a while, at least if they kept the noise down, "C'mon..." he whispered, reading to take her hand in his, squeezing it between his own.

"Mm, I might have them...or I might not...seems like those are some pretty personal details you asking me to give out. He might get angry with me." Her eyes glimmered with mirth, her tone teasing as she spoke.

"Snapchat? Does he have Snapchat? I'll even take that! He's apart of our band now! It's important that we are able to keep in touch...for emergencies."

"I have his number." Kyoka added.

"So do I." Hanta chimed in.

"Wait...you're telling me that the two of you are allowed to have his number, but I'm not?!" Eijiro was disheartened. They really didn't trust him that much? What did they think he was going to do? Scare the guy off?

"Look..." Mina spoke gently, reaching to place her fingers beneath Eijiro's chin, "You're my baby, and I can't keep things from you, especially when you're making that face. I can get his Snapchat for you..."

"On one condition."

If there was one place that Katsuki could feel calm, without the feeling of guitar strings beneath his fingers, it was in class. Sitting in a lecture hall, his glasses sitting neatly upon the bridge of his nose, as he took perfectly organised notes on subjects that interested him greatly, was his solace. If his world was fire and explosions, then his classes were the ice bath that chilled his flaming skin.

But not when his phone was buzzing off end, the small object inching ever so often towards the edge of his desk, his eyebrow twitching in time with it's rhythm. Normally he would ignore it, let it go off until his class was over and he had time to actually read the onslaught of generally irritating bullshit that floated across his LED touch screen, but it was a study period, and the sound wouldn't stop.

(Snapchat) Shitty Deku 11:24 New Snap

(Snapchat) Shitty Deku 11:32 New Snap

(Snapchat) Frogface 11:51 New Snap

(Line) SHITTYDEKUFUCK 11:53 Hey Kacchan! I'm so sorry to ask, but can you bring some eggs home after class? I would, but Ochako has me on house arrest! Thank you!

(ラブライブ！) NEW UPDATE!

(LINE) Angel Face 12:19 Hey

(LINE) Angel Face 12:19 Hey Kacchan

(LINE) Angel Face 12:20 Hey Kats you should reply to me

(LINE) Angel Face 12:20 I know you're busy, but its an emergency

(LINE) Angel Face 12:23 Okay if you dont reply now I'm doing what I want

(LINE) Angel Face 12:28 Mina says she needs your snapchat. Reply now and I wont give it to her

(LINE) Angel Face 12:32 Three

(LINE) Angel Face 12:33 Two

(LINE) Angel Face 12:34 One

(LINE) Angel Face 12:35 Ur funeral my dude

(Snapchat) Friend Request 1:06 You have a new friend request from Red Riot!

Katsuki's could feel his finger's begin to pull together, but he hardly realised that the force of his fist was breaking his pencil until the the staggered wood and broken lead were digging into his skin.

Fucking Ochako.

Over the years Kyoka had grown use to seeing Mina in a state of pure bless, but right now, as she walked across the cafe, observing her pink haired friend sit comfortably upon a cushioned armchair, before placing a warm hug of hot chocolate before her, she was sure she'd never seen the girl this happy.

"Pretty pleased with yourself, huh?" She questioned, poking her tongue out the side of her lips, before turning her attention towards what Mina had also been gazing at for the last half an hour, which was Eijiro Kirishima, walking around the spans of the cafe, apron wrapped around his waist as he served customer's through the afternoon rush, "I can't believe he agreed to work the rest of your shift for his damn snapchat handle."

Mina shrugged playfully, reaching to take a spoon a mini marshmallow from the rim of her mug, placing it neatly upon her tongue, "I would have given it to him anyway, it's just more fun this way.

"Y'know, its actually kind of good at this..." Kyoka observed, her eyes following Eijiro as he flitted around the room, placing the order's down carefully, greeting people with a bright smile and charm that only Eijiro could pull off. He was a natural with people, it's part of the reason she knew he was made to be a personal trainer. He could get anyone to perform any act and make it seem like the best experience in existence.

"Holy shit...you're right..." Mina mumbled, her eyes flicking with a gentle mischief, before she bounded from her chair with a sturdy intent, bolting toward's the back door.

"Hey Fumichi! I have a life changing suggestion for you!"

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NOTES

Hey Tumblr! So I’ve been working this system on Ao3 as well, so I thought I would drag it on here as well, which will allow me to also think things which will be helpful I hope, so anyways, for people who are unfamiliar any Japanese places/stores/products/etc that are mentioned! Im going to be making sure to add that here at the end of each chapter as well as links to anything mentioned that might be important to the story such as songs, just for reference:

In the last chapter I mentioned that Kacchan, Deku and Ochako are childhood friends from Hakone. Hakone is actually are small township about a thirty minute bullet train ride from Tokyo. If you're interested in seeing what it looks like you should look it up, because it's going to be a little be relevant down the line ;)

Shinjuku, Roppongi and Nishikata are districts in Tokyo. Shinjuku and Roppongi themselves are actually pretty popular when it comes to night life and drinking.

Sake is a Japanese rice wine, but that ones pretty well known, so I dunno if that even needs to be here.

Also I mentioned that Denki works a part time job at Sofmap, which is an electronics store branch in Japan. They're also really great for cheap video games and gaming accessories. That's where most of my stuff comes from! Click here to check out their online store if you're interest.

Also SMS isn't really a thing in Japan, but with the invention of smart phone, most people use the LINE app for messaging and even phone calls, so thats why that is mentioned.

Also the notification that Kacchan gets in Katakana actually says Love Live ! Which is the title of the Love Live! Game app. (Yeah, he went there. May also play it myself lmao.)

#electric moment #chapter 2 #electric moment chapter 2

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Just some unfinished IOI drabbles

“I’ll be alright.”

Three words that are so easy to say. So easily believed. Not because they’re particularly convincing, oh not at all, but rather because people want to believe them. Everyone wants to know that she’s going to be ok, no one actually wants to entertain the notion that she’s not. Because that’s a complication, and as Sohye as found out in the last few month, complications aren’t appreciated in the music industry.

Which brings her to the crux of the matter, she’s in the music industry. Which deity had deigned it fit to have that happen? It’s not like she didn’t want it, no she did want it. Perhaps not at first when the dawning horror that her company had thrown her under the proverbial bus came to light.

“How would you rate your singing and dancing skills?”

Confused wide-eyes stare at the two casting directors, “Um…I can’t sing or dance?”

The two women in front of share a look – eyes shining, teeth slightly wider than before, Sohye is reminded of those sharks in Finding Nemo.

The one on her left leans forward, resting her elbows onto the table, “Really now?”

Sohye isn’t stupid, she knows what they wanted when they accepted her onto the show. A butt monkey, the focus of a few laughs, some uncomfortable flailing – because it was a total coincidence that Heehyun and Chaeyeon were waiting in the wings with five cameras pointing at each of their faces when she performed – maybe even an inspiring ‘most improved’ story, and then boom bang, pack your bags and leave little actress girl.

Only it didn’t quite work out like that. They definitely underestimated their little underdog story segment and she became a little too popular than planned for.

“Nervous Sohye?”

Sejeong’s concerned face greets her, and Sohye nearly bows her head in deference – habit, she’s supposed to be a good natured, meek, and polite girl after all. She didn’t understand Sejeong, not at first. Why choose her of all people to be on her team? Why waste time correcting her instead of practicing, when Sejeong herself isn’t that much of a strong dancer?

Then it becomes obvious why, and Sohye nearly curses herself for being so stupid – something about the show must be sucking her brain cells out because she wasn’t stupid before she joined. Idols do just as much acting as actresses do, only it’s not seen, or praised – they all have images. The words get thrown around so easily that Sohye doesn’t think many people understand what it actually means. An image isn’t just something an idol presents, an image is a persona that an idol adopts. One that is cultivated through training, one they took classes to perfect, one that is put on from the moment they are in front of a camera and sometimes even after.

When she learns this, everything is easier to navigate. She can do this, she’s been taught how to act for years now, it should be easy. And it is. In the beginning she fumbles because of embarrassment, sheepishness, and a little intimidated at being in front of a two hundred judgemental eyes – but now it’s hers, the fumbling, shy, Kim Sohye, and the audience loves it.

Being an idol isn’t that much different to being an actress, as Sohye discovers. Only the acting is almost 24/7. She kind of likes it even.

“I’ll be alright,” Sohye says with a smile, “The choreo for Dream Girls isn’t that hard anyway.”

For a moment she wonders if Sejeong would believe her, the elder girl is scarily perceptive sometimes. But all she does is curve her eyes into smiles and nods, “Good. Let’s do our best ok?”

Sohye nods, “Ok.”

She might not have originally intended it, but between the beginning and end of the show, she grew to want it. While it might not be as strong as those who have wanted it for all their lives, chased it for all their lives – it’s a start, it’s something, and when Sohye wants something, she never lets anything get in her way.

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“Never let anything get in your way.”

Somi gasps, heart pounding in her throat as her eyes shoots open. She stuffs her fist in her mouth and holds herself perfectly still. She learns the skill while on SIXTEEN, midnight sobs and thrashing nightmares were common, but Somi didn’t want to bother her roommates, didn’t want to show weakness. She picks it up from Jihyo – who probably had a lot of experiences with it in the past ten years, and then perfects it while on Produce 101.

Never let anything get in your way. Never let anything get in your way. Never let anything get in your way.

She holds her father’s words in her mind. Repeats it over and over again like a mantra. Because if you want something, you have to be willing to do anything for it. She wants this, oh so badly. When the lights are blinding her eyes, and the roar of the crowd deafens her ears, it’s worth it. When she dreams of scowling faces, of shadowy masses, of taunts and jeers and wakes up in cold sweat, it doesn’t seem to be.

Sighing, she slides out of bed, picking her blanket and pillow off the floor as she did so, and throws them back on her bed. Everyone else is asleep, and she’s careful not to wake them when she slips out the door.

The lights are all off, but someone left the blinds open and the moonlight streams through. A shadowy silhouette approaches her and wordlessly shoves a mug in her hands.

Somi fights the urge to look down. Hot chocolate. It makes her feel like a whining kid. Then again, Sejeong has always had that effect on her. They sit down on the kitchen stools opposite one another. As the warm drink slides down her throat and warms her belly, Somi closes her eyes, as if she could will her tiredness away just by doing so.

Sometimes Doyeon joins them, opens the fridge door, pulls out the ice tray and sits down at the table, crunching down the cubes one by one. Chaeyeon never actually comes into the kitchen, but she sits outside on the couch. They know she’s out there, and she knows they’re in here, and no one says a thing.

None of them ever ask why the others are up, they don’t even speak to each other, and by morning no one mentions it. The first time it happened, Somi could almost believe that she had imagined the entire episode – only for Jieqiong to bust that bubble when she loudly complains about where all the ice went.

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“If you keep smiling, people are going to wonder where all the ice went.”

Nayoung nearly rolls her eyes, but she supposes she’s luckier than most, “I really hope this stone image isn’t permanent.”

The first time she walks into the Pledis training hall, they’re having lessons on maintaining an image. The instructor takes one look at her and sighs, pinches her nose and probably sends a prayer to whatever deity she believed in. Nayoung knows that she can’t emote very well when stressed, it’s just the way she is – only idols are expected to smile and be happy all the time and those that aren’t, get branded by labels like ‘Ice princess’ if they’re lucky, or else they get ‘rude’ and ‘bad attitude’ tacked onto their image if they’re not. Or sometimes both, the Jung sisters seem to manage both.

Nayoung ends up with a character out of it. She should be thankful. It’s pretty much the entire reason why she got noticed in the first place. If it hadn’t been for Mnet’s little ‘Stone Nayoung’ segment, she wouldn’t even be on people’s radar. What could she possibly bring to the group that hasn’t already been given, and better too? Can’t sing as well as Yeonjung and Sejeong – can’t even sing as well as Jieqiong, or speak any foreign languages, can’t dance like Chungha, nowhere near charismatic like Somi and Sohye, not adorable like Mina or Yoojung, can’t act like Chaeyeon, not even as pretty as Doyeon. They’re going to realise their mistake voting her up soon enough, what could she, Im Nayoung, possibly—

“What are you thinking about?” Yebin interrupts her thoughts, poking her forehead with her index finger. It drags her back to reality, sitting on her bed, trying to pack because she’s supposed to be moving into a new dorm soon.

Nayoung shrugs, folding a t-shirt, “Nothing, just…this whole IOI thing, seems like dumb luck that I got in and…” she trails off, flushing slightly, feeling extremely guilty and insensitive for bringing this topic up with Yebin.

“I’m not a delicate flower who’s going to burst into tears you know,” Yebin says wryly, “You can talk to me if you need to.”

“I can think of other things we can be doing aside from talking,” Nayoung points out with a smirk, right as a thud sounds against the far wall and there’s some muffled cursing on the other side, “See? Jieqiong and Eunwoo have the right idea.”

“Don’t distract me,” Yebin says, swatting Nayoung’s aside, “You know it’s not healthy for you to bottle up your feelings oh great leader. We only have a few hours before you’re shipped off for months, so talk.”

“We only have a few hours,” Nayoung repeats, running a finger down Yebin’s chest, “I’m going to miss you.” She gets her way in the end, Yebin always gives in.

She’s not avoiding talking. No, she’s definitely not. Because for her to avoid talking, there has to be something to talk about. There’s nothing to talk about – she got in as a fluke, and sooner or later, they’re going to realise what a horrible mistake this is.

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This is a horrible mistake.

Chaeyeon paces back and forth along the corridor. Mind twisting into messier knots as she fidgets. What in the world possessed her to do this? She made it in, because of course she made it in, after the stunt Heehyun pulled. Makes it to A, one of the fastest runners, first one to pick her song, and what does she do? Pick one with a rap and fierce image like 2NE1’s Fire to prove herself?

No, because that would be sane.

No, instead Heehyun picks Into the New World, with the fresh, cute innocent concept, grabs JYP’s Jeon Freakin Somi, Heo Has Already Debuted Chanmi, Jung Been On Two Mnet Shows Eunwoo, and sticks Chaeyeon’s face right in the middle of their formation. Stupid Heehyun. Insane Heehyun. Stupidly smart and insanely loyal Heehyun. Urgh.

She can’t be in two groups at once, there has to be some kind of rule against that somewhere! But apparently there isn’t, and she is.

It’s tiring, bone-breaking, exhaustive work, but that’s nothing new. Her sleep schedule is completely out of whack, she eats maybe once a day if she’s lucky, catches an hour or two of sleep if she’s really lucky, and is shunted from schedule to schedule. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like she’s even in her body, it feels like she’s sleepwalking through everything.

Stand there. Pose here. Run like this. Wear this. Put this outfit on. No try this one. Sit still. Smile. Look pretty. That’s a good girl. Devious little girl aren’t you? A perfect idol. Greedy isn’t she? So pretty though. One group isn’t good enough, has to have two. So well mannered. Kind of rude actually. Soft spoken, like a lady. Did you see the look on her face? Kids these days, no manners at all. She should be grateful. Did you hear what they say? Ah yes. Plastic surgery. Selfish. Down that road. A beautiful path isn’t it? Dreaming of a flower path. Do this CF Chaeyeon. That one too. Wait no we need you to fly to France now. Do you dream girl? I—

Chaeyeon’s eyes flash open. She slowly steadies her breathing, staring up blankly at the van ceiling as she did so. She should go to sleep. She has a schedule at four am. Wouldn’t do to look tired, the last thing she needs is more articles about her. Didn’t really matter all that much really, people would say what they want no matter what.

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#IOI fic #sohye #chaeyeon #nayoung #somi

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